I let out a laugh that sounded more like the yip of a startled poodle. “Superp-powers? I wish. My powers aren’t winning me a slot on the Cartoon Network anytime soon… except as a comic...

Maybe my expectations for honesty are too high.

Is that a no?” I said. “No. I mean..” He struggled for the smile again. “I’m just waiting for the punch line. Something about making it date so I need to pay. Or you expecting...

Your mother sets you up blind dates? With guys like that?” The corners of his mouth twitched. “She doesn’t like you very much, does she?

I grew up writing about the paranormal, and I blame too many Saturday mornings watching ‘Scooby Doo.’

I’m sick of this. It’s like being twelve again, dealing with all this damned drama. I like her. Does she like me? What if she doesn’t like me?

When you accept a leadership role, you take on extra responsibility for your actions toward others.

So, is it too young for you?”He leaned over, lips coming to mine, arms pulling me into a kiss, soft at first, tentative, then … wow. The guy could kiss. I finally had to pull...

Another werewolf thing. Like most animals, we spent a large part of our lives engaged in the three Fs of basic survival. Feeding, fighting and… reproduction.

And they certainly wouldn’t take you along to a murder. That would be irresponsible parenting.

Antonio-“Just in time, Pete. Five more minutes of reading this and she’d have been in a coma.”Peter-“Are we such bad company that you’d rather hide out in here reading that old thing?

Would you settle for a bruised apple?”I laughed.

There is no story that can’t be improved by adding zombies.

Tell me half a cup’s worth of story and we’ll call it a night.

Some women just aren’t cut out to be mothers, and unfortunately it had taken Susanna three kids to realize she was one of them.

Picture a place called the Karma Kafe and it’ll save me the bother of describing it. There was nothing in it you wouldn’t expect, from the Buddha flowerpots to the wallpaper decorated with symbols that...

Yes you’re getting your tattoo.” I threw my arms around Dad’s neck. “Thank you!” “Hey,” Mom said. “I’m the one who had to persuade him it wasn’t turning his little girl into a streetwalker.” “I...

What’s next? If there are vampires in there, they probably drink artificial blood plasma substitute.

I’m suprised he doesn’t send Christmas cards,” Antonio said. “I can see them now. Tasteful, embossed veilum cards, the best he can steal. Little notes in perfect penmanship,”Happy holidays. Hope everyone is well. I sliced...

Whatever it is,” I said, “the point is moot because as long as I’m on these pills, I can’t make contact to ask.”Derek … snapped, “Then you need to stop taking the pills.”Love to. If...

Storytelling is my passion, and it rises from a love of reading.

Urban survival rule 22: Never annoy an armed man.

That’s what we all want, isn’t it? Power without price.

Philip wooed me with all the patience of someone trying to coax a half-wild animal into the house and, like many a stray, I found myself domesticated before I thought to resist.

This is so cool,” I said loudly as Dad walked away. “Have you met the tattoo artist? Is he hot?” “He’s a she,” Mom said. “Is she hot? Cause I’m still young, you know. My...

Common courtesy dictates that we never drain the lifeblood of anyone to whom we’ve been formally introduced.

If I was crazy, would I know it? That’s what being crazy was, wasn’t it? You thought you were fine. Everyone else knew better.

He said “cool” like I say a Spanish word when I’m not sure of the pronunciation.

It wasn’t until I was in my teens that I started admiring writers as inspirations for my own work, and my earliest influences there were Stephen King, Marion Zimmer Bradley and Richard Adams.

It’s New York, people. It’s winter. We get snow. If you aren’t preparedto deal with it, move to Miami.

Mmm, yeah. It’s that thing people do to make money.

Why is it that every time a girl says a guy is bothering her, it’s fluffed off with oh, he just likes you, as if that makes it okay?

We scarified a mosquito. I bet that’s what did it. It was probably a virgin too.

I have to.I’ve been fighting it all night. I’m going to lose. My battle is as futile as a woman feeling the first pangs of labor and deciding it’s an inconvenient time to give birth....

My nephew is a manipulative, scheming, unscrupulous son of a bitch. And those are his good qualities.