"Hey, I can cook." "How do you know? You haven't eaten anything since before the Norman Conquest." "I've never had any complaints." "Given the infant… - Angela Knight

breath, trying to make sense of the story. I dealt with criminal law all the time but you still had to hear the person out, listen to all of the facts, and then assess the situation yourself while trying to find the truth. “First,

"Maybe she's got a Facebook page, like every other kid in America. We could put something on her wall."
Her eyes lit up very briefly before she slumped. "No, she's far too paranoid for that."
"I was joking."
"Yes, but you know how kids are about Facebook."
"But she's hiding from an eight-foot-tall sociopathic werewolf wizard who can call down lightning bolts."
"We're also talking about Facebook."
Tristan contemplated her. "I think I need to feed you. Your blood sugar must be getting low."

"No. No he didn't break you, my dear." Inhuman eyes probed hers delicately. "The most he managed was a bend here and there. Apparently he has forgotten that the beat of the hammer in the flame's heart only strengthens a good blade."