Kudyara mbeu yoruvengo. He remembered what his last oath bearer told him. A time too long ago, in Zimbabwe, looking to keep his troupe in one piece after the slave trade had raided not just humans, but the supernatural. An old man, hair turned white and skin as leathery as a newly skinned hide. “You will only learn, a student and master, mutakuri. Slave to the past.”

Mm, yes, I am partial to Torpor myself as well. …If done right, you can hand-bomb it by itself so that it doesn’t activate until some minutes later, or something steps near it. I can teach you another time if you like - I’m sure [Aesen, Jaden & Hisao] would hate that even more.

"Huv a good day, really?" She laughed more as she looked around the grounds. "We could totally ruin his day.... track some mud in or.sum'hin'.

Clawd was not the beast boyfriend, but he was a doggone good one, and a good boyfriend did not forget his best ghoul's birthday. Not for all the millions of milk bones in the world.

This fire is in our bones; in a hundred years, if that's all they find, they'll know. I burned for you.

You know exactly who and what you are. The thing is, I know what, but not who.

She was not fragile, but it was almost instinctual to treat her as such, to want to curl around her and spend his whole life whispering to her, hiding her away from the world. This wasn't possible, of course, but even so he took every opportunity offered to sneak her away into his embrace. His arms belonged around her; they ached when they didn't have her to hold.