We don't forgive people because they deserve it. We forgive them because
they need it--because we need it. I'm sure you felt much better after forgiving your son.

Blood fills my mouth. Fire sears my veins. I choke back a howl. The silver knife slips--the
choice is mine.
I am death or life. I am salvation or destruction. Angel or demon.
I am grace.
I plunge in the knife.
This is my sacrifice--
I am the monster.

The problem with promises is that once you've made one, it's bound to be broken. It's like an
unspoken cosmic rule.

I almost laughed in spite of my nerves. What were the odds that two werewolves had the hots for
me? Like I was some gigantic monster magnet. Was there a sign on my back that said, bite me,
i'm available !?

We don't forgive people because they deserve it. We forgive them because they need itwe need it.

You know I can't do that. Pete's probably already spent a ton of money. He's a nice guy. I can't
just bail--"
Pete's not as nice as you think," Daniel grumbled.
I laughed. "Are you jealous? Pete's just a friend--"
Daniel grabbed me by the hips. "Of course I'm jealous, Gracie. You just told me that you love me
but you are going out with another guy. But this is more important than my jealousy. If I'm
staying here, then you have to stay in. I've got enough to keep my eye on. I can't have you out
there. Not tonight.