Cheeses Crusty, Got All Musty, Got Damp

There Are Big Bad Wolves All Over The World Who Tremble At The Sound Of His Name, Yet A Little Puny Coyote Girl Peanut-buttered The Seat Of Bran Cornick’s Car Because He Told Her That She Should Wear A Dress To Perform For The Pack.

I Am The Reality Of All Coyotes. The Archetype. The Epitome. You Are Just A Reflection Of Me.

"can't Sleep With A Dead Man In My Closet." "you Killed Someone?" Asked Ben With Interest.

When I Write, I Get Glimpses Into Future Novels.

You Play Games With People's Lives.(...) You Forget That They Are Fragile.