The man was married to a half-fae, half-human woman, a banshee, who'd' just delivered twins. It was a wonder his hair wasn't completely prematurely white.

Humankind has always had access to Shadow -- dreams, nightmares, legends, inspiration, Humanity taps into Shadow every day. And when we die, we pass into Twilight.

Please, " her shadow begged. Laughingstock for sure. "I can't give you what you want, " Cam said. "You know that." She had to know that.

There is absolutely nothing that can harm the shadow. Nothing. I advise you strongly not try.

He was interested in the shadow herself - how her mind worked, what motivated her, her essence, how she came to be. It was a fascinating phenomenon.

Her was interested in the shadow herself - how her mind worked, what motivated her, her essence, how she came to be. It was a fascinating phenomenon.

You're not alone." Ellie snorted through her tears. "I'm never alone.

People would have to learn to deal with old monsters again. Stay in their houses. Shutter their windows.

Cam himself, was faetouched. And the love of Cam's life, Ellie? She was all human, just in two parts - body and shadow.

The texture of her skin was phantom silk, not human., not blood-warm, but dizzyingly hot anyway.

The shadow acts on instinct, not reason.

It's as though you had lost an arm or leg but still instinctively reach out to feel your missing limb or try to walk again, placing your entire weight on something that is no longer is there.

Humor is not an end in itself, but a tool to understanding. A dense head must be tickled with an ax.

Why are we asked to make the most important decisions of our lives when we are so young, and so prone to mistakes?

I've never left China. My family's been there for 600 years. But my architecture is not consciously Chinese in any sense. I'm a western architect.

It's important to be thankful, even if you're poor. I mean, come on, we all have clean water—well OK, not people in the developing world.

My father and I are very similar and have a wonderful relationship, but we both stand by our opinions.

I am consoled by the fact that the Lord knows how to work and how to act, even with insufficient tools.

The first stories I wrote when I was 12 were about Mars and landing on Mars.

Hello!” The girl in the blood-red dress beamed at Leo. “Are you Dionysus?” There was only one answer to that. “Yes!” Leo yelped. “Absolutely. I am Dionysus.

To live is to love,to serve, to forgive. Love the One, love and serve humanity. To learn to love oneself and to love is to learn to forgive