“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.”

“She does this. Told me JP was cheating on me, trashed my Facebook page-''Why?''Because she's like that.''I thought you two were friends.''We are.''So how, exactly, do you define the term, "friend"?”

“Baby Girl,” I say. “I need you to remember everything I told you. Do you remember what I told you?”She still crying steady, but the hiccups is gone. “To wipe my bottom good when I’m done?”“No, baby, the other. About what you are.”I look deep into her rich brown eyes and she look into mine. Law, she got old-soul eyes, like she done lived a thousand years. And I swear I see, down inside, the woman she gone grow up to be. A flash from the future. She is tall and straight. She is proud. She got a better haircut. And she is remembering the words I put in her head. Remembering as a full grown woman.And then she say it, just like I need her to. “You is kind,” she say, “you is smart. You is important.”

“She's your mother. She loves you. How can you hide from her?""Her love is like the sun. Get sunstroke if you stand in it too long.”

“I 'Facebook like' you, but I'm not IN 'Facebook like' with you.”

“Jae Smith is Nightwatch and I have her! Ha! I know where she lives, where she hangs out, and her blood type! Man, I am a dinkum stalker!"Jeremy sat up, intrigued."What stalker site did you go on?" He asked wonderingly asJacob shoved clothes into a bag and grabbed a few protein bars from his dusty, sticky nightstand."Facebook. I have to get to San Francisco.”