“What would a racist call werewolves? Wargs? She kind of liked that one, but suspected that racist bastards didn't read Tolkien.”

“She had no idea who the dagos were. Her racist vocabulary obviously needed work. What would a racist call werewolves? Wargs? She kind of liked that one, but suspected that racist bastards didn’t read Tolkien.”

“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.”

“Your woman tells me you will hunt me down and eat my marrow while I live.""Did she?" Charles looked at her, and she saw the approval in his face. She doubted anyone else would have read anything at all. His voice was a caress, just for her. "Would you like that, love?”

“I'm a coyote shapeshifter playing in a world of werewolves and vampires--outmatched is an understatement.”

“I would slay dragons for you,” he told her. “I suspect that finding an unoccupied bedroom will be easier.”

“Taking out werewolves, I gather and surmise, is akin to taking out a SEAL team.”