Quotes About Muire

He led her downstairs without releasing her, and that he left the front door unguarded reinforced Muire's deductions about how seriously Cathoair's friends took his disappearance.

The tide of humanity drew Muire like the pulse of the ocean in her blood: the dark, starlit ocean that brought forth her kind.

As Muire and the pretty gigolo sat down, the landlord appeared from his strategic retreat and came to them across the empty bar.

The blue flecks in his hazel eyes seemed brighter than green, momentarily, and Muire glanced down at the platter.

It was not Muire's first apocalypse. But then, her kind had always been better at retribution than prevention.

Somehow his memory for things concerning the Wolf-and Muire, for that matter-seemed very crisp. Vivid, as if only they they were real and the rest of his life had been a dream.