Kitty Takes a Holiday

A fucked-up family's a fucked-up family, whether or not werewolves are involved.

You're lucky to have a friend who will kill for you." So. I once had a friend who died for me, and now one who killed for me. Why didn't I feel lucky?

You know, I'm sick and tired of people pointing rifles at me.

I started a new page and wrote a title at the top: "Ten Ways to Defeat Macho Dickheadism." Then I realized that most of the world's problems stemmed from macho dickheadism, and if I could defeat that I could save the world.

Cormac interrupted. 'Maybe I oughta shoot you both, put you both out of your misery.

even when you felt that your own life had tumbled irrevocably out of control. You did what you had to do, somehow. You kept racing ahead and hoped for the best.

And what about Cat People?” Hey, that was what I’d have said. “That’s different,” Marty said petulantly. “That was, you know, made-up.

She runs for the joy of it, because she can, her strides stretching to cover a dozen feet every time she leaps. Her mouth is open to taste the air, which is sharp with cold. The month turns, and the swelling moon paints the night sky silver, lighting up patches of snow scattered throughout the woods. Not yet full moon, a rare moment to be set free before her time, but the other half of her being has no reason to lock her away. She is alone, but she is free, and so she

We all see this case— what they’re doing to Cormac—as black and white. But we’re looking at white as white and Espinoza’s looking at white as black. Does that make any sense?” “When maybe if we all saw it as gray we’d be able to come to some sort of compromise.