All right. I’ll bite. Here’s what I think, with the caveat that I may be wrong. I think we’re here to make the world a better place than we found it. I think we don’t always deserve the cards we’re dealt, good or bad. But we are judged by how we play the cards we’re dealt. Those of us with a bum deal that makes it harder to do good – we just have to work a little more is all. There’s no destiny. There’s just muddling through without doing to much damage.

But the longing was the phantom ache of an amputated limb. It was part of her, and most of the time she didn’t notice. But certain moments were like reaching for something with a hand that wasn’t there.

I always told my callers, you can choose. You can decide what to do. Don’t blame your homicidal urges or basic assholeness on being a monster, because you can choose. God help me. God, help me.

You mean like some kind of A Midsummer Night’s Dream shtick? For real?

Had to stay human. Wolf couldn’t drive the freaking car. Or hold the gun.

Lack of subtlety, that’s how you beat magic.

Cormac drove. He eyed me in the rearview mirror. “Anyone you want me to beat up?

You’re Regina Luporum,” Ned, Master of London, had said. “Of course strange things are happening to you.

I imagined calling in to my own radio show: Yeah hi, I’m a werewolf, and I’m stuck in a cabin in the woods with another werewolf and a werewolf hunter...

Love had sneaked up on us rather than bursting upon us like cannons and fireworks.