“ Too many adults wish to 'protect' teenagers when they should be stimulating them to read of life as it is lived. Margaret A. Edwards
“ I lived in New York City back in the 1980s, which is when the Bordertown series was created. New York was a different place then -- dirtier, edgier, more dangerous, but also in some ways more exciting… Terri Windling
“ The werewolf Senate hadn't been happy with the idea of a human alpha, and there wasn't a day that went by that I didn't think about the fact that I had something most male Weres wanted very, very badl… Jennifer Lynn Barnes
“ The demon is crouched in the corner, between the Cheetos and the onion dip. It’s a small one, only about four feet tall: a low-level creeper. I flick my gaze over the spot like I don’t see it and open… Rachel A. Marks
“ My mind screams for me to run, but my feet are planted where they are. This can’t be happening. This can’t be real. There’s no way this is real! Ashley Earley
“ Pain is an old friend who left briefly and has now returned. Starvation without sustenance, I had grown acquaint. Satiety was a stranger who invaded my deepest being, and now I cannot live without. Melanie A. Gabbard
“ Perception in the eye of vengeance becomes blurred. Ren was in need of a slap on the face, but I knew what was coming and that it would do the job properly. S.G. Holster
“ There was no gentle way around it - hearts would be broken, relationships would be crushed and I was the messenger. S.G. Holster
“ Armani halted, thinking twice about making her way over there, but she pushed forward not wanting to believe something was wrong. There was nothing worse than walking into a nightmare. And Armani just… Suzan Battah
“ Before we go on from here, I just want to say," he paused and took a step closer to me and reached his hand out to my heart. "What I should have said back on the plane is I know you're real." His eyes… S.G. Holster
“ She tapped her chest. “No, I’m not a freak, okay, so could you stop pressuring me.”Rafael muttered something under his breath, throwing up his hands in surrender. “So what am I? What’s Karhl, Jayani,… Suzan Battah
