Wizards Are A Secretive Lot.

I Told Them," He Said In A Clear, Carrying Voice, "that They Should Not Give Someone As Old And Powerful As I A Daughter To Love. That It Would End Badly.

What Do You Mean?” Leslie’s Voice Was Cool, As If She Questioned Witches Who Were Flat On Their Backs Being Threatened By Werewolves Every Day.

Love Thy Enemies, It Says In The Scriptures. My Foster Mother Always Added, "at The Very Least, You Will Be Polite To Them.

He Was Like Superman, But With Fangs And Oddly Impaired Morals.

His Grandfather Had Often Told Him That He Tried Too Hard To Move Trees When A Wiser Man Would Walk Around Them.