“I wanted to find a nice quiet spot, go to sleep, and dream about kittens.”

“I felt a smile on my face. "Thanks." "For what?" "Using my name instead of calling me a thing.”

“What was it about women and crying that made me feel like crap? They must have guilt pheromones in their tears.”

“Despite the weight of the world on my shoulders, the temptation to stop and smell the supernatural roses tugged on my sleeves a time or two.”

“Can I finish my blasted story? We'll get to supernatural kindergarten later.”

“Hell, yeah, Ryland. Man up and carpe girl.”

“If a man whistles at you, don't turn around. You are a lady not a dog.”

“I heard the man and woman cry a warning as I frantically racked my brain for some sort of throat-repairing spell, which I was clearly about to need. Of course the only words that I actually managed...”

“I am a believer in free will. If my dog chooses to hate the whole human race except myself, it must be free to do so.”

“Innocent? Tell me human, who among you is innocent? Who among you has not destroyed without need or hurt without pity? Should a lion ponder his role in thinning the herds? Does he question whether ...”

“As we pass the mirror in the bedroom, my attention is drawn to the lovely couple in the reflection. There is a man, tall with broad shoulders. His red hair cut short. He has nothing but a towel on....”

“Good evening and good night.”