Erin Watson

“I hear voices. A shout. A laugh. Clay's laugh. I strained to see through the night. Fog had rolled in from Lake Ontario, but I could hear him laughing. The concrete turned to grass. The fog wasn't from the lake, but from a pond. Our pond. I was at Stonehaven, bounding through the back acres. Clay was running ahead of me.”
― Kelley Armstrong, Bitten

“Dance when the moon sings, and don't cry about troubles that haven't yet come.”
― Patricia Briggs, Moon Called

“It called to him, a sweet heady beacon of femininity, fertility, and fuckability. His three favorite f-words.”
― Christine Warren, Wolf at the Door

“It's not just children who need heroes.”
― Tamora Pierce