His hair was still wet, and he was in a black long-sleeved T-shirt and tattered blue jeans. His feet were bare. Casual. Comfortable. Gorgeous.

We all hold a beast inside. The only difference is what form it takes when freed.

I had to be careful. Nothing from the Otherworld was benign, especially something in packaging this attractive.

Hey, Lenzi ... my offer from a century ago still stands. If Alden doesn't treat you right, I'm here for you in any capacity, if you know what I mean.

There are things that defy logic. Things that speak to the instinctual fear cloaked by our conscious minds.

We all hold a monster inside. The only difference is what form it takes when freed.

He didn’t miss them. He didn’t miss any of his life, really, especially the last year. Time had simply been a bookmark. Something that held his place while he waited to finish the story.