Nothing Says You're Sorry Like A Dead

He Can Stop Me In My Tracks, But He Can't Make Me Do Someting I Don't Want To

A Cowboy, A Lawyer, And A Mechanic Watched Queen Of The Damned,” I Murmured. Warren—who Had Once, A Long Time Ago, Been A Cowboy—snickered And Wiggled His Bare Feet. “it Could Be The Beginning Of Either A Bad Joke Or A Horror Story.” “no,” Said Kyle, The Lawyer, Whose Head Was Propped Up On My Thigh. “if You Want A Horror Story, You Have To Start Out With A Werewolf, His Gorgeous Lover, And A Walker.

Coyote Never Loses. Because I Change The Rules Of The Games My Enemies Play. What Are The Rules Of Your Game?

Wolves Eat Coyotes," Gordon Said[...] If He Weren't An Old Man, I Had Some Rude Things I Could Have Said To That. "yes," Observed Adam Blandly. "i Do." Yep. That Was The One That Came To Mind. And He Didn't Even Blush When He Said It. Maybe Gordon Would Miss The Double Entendre. But He Grinned Cheerfully At Adam.

In This Dream, I Wasn’t A Coyote Shapeshifter Trying To Hold A Werewolf, I Was Coyote’s Almost Daughter, And I Had All The Strength Of The World In My Arms.