Life is a series of calculated risks, James. I happen to think that this one is worth it.

Most people felt lost after high school. Sometimes I felt like I'd never really been found in the first place.

I had an affinity for pandas. Something about clumsy vegetarians struck a chord with me.

Can you just tell them we don’t need Jesus, Girl Scout cookies, or whatever the Mormons worship, and let me lie here in peace?

There were upsides to the whole mess. While Douglas was holding me hostage, I’d met a girl—I mean, screw dating websites and house parties; apparently all the really eligible ladies are being held in cages these days. I would have liked to see Brid fill out a dating questionnaire, though. What would she put? “Hi, my name is Bridin Blackthorn. I’m next in line to rule the local werewolf pack. I like long walks on the beach and destroying my enemies. I have four older brothers, so watch your step. We’ll be forming a queue to the left for potential suitors.”
And, trust me, there would be a queue.

Wind does not discriminate—it touches everyone, everything. He liked that about wind.