Pull over,” said Charles, his voice rough. Isaac wasn’t going to argue with him. So he eased the van to a stop on the shoulder of the road. Charles hopped out, patted the side of the car, and said, “Go on out to the address I gave you. I’m go...
And thus Charles found himself wandering around a hotel, trailing federal agents as he held a cardboard coffee cup holder in each hand, instead of out killing misbehaving werewolves.
What would a racist call werewolves? Wargs? She kind of liked that one, but suspected that racist bastards didn't read Tolkien.
It is the way of mortals. They fling themselves at life and emerge broken.
, Anna scolded him. , Charles replied, more honestly than he intended.
Brother Wolf gave Anna an amused look and then went back to being scary.
When he grew up, he wanted to be like Charles.
You're Professor Mills? The new one who teaches history?" As opposed to the old Professor Mills who preached overthrow of the government?
All cynics are disappointed idealists. The more stars in the eyes, the harder the fall.
Taking out werewolves, I gather and surmise, is akin to taking out a SEAL team.
What do you mean?” Leslie’s voice was cool, as if she questioned witches who were flat on their backs being threatened by werewolves every day.
