"Are trolls really as big as that statue?" she asked, belting herself in.
"I don't know," Charles answered. And smiled at the startled look she gave him. "I don't know everything. I've never seen a troll in its true form."
I still want to see the damn troll in Seattle. I couldn't find it last time I was out there, and I got sick of driving on their crazy streets looking for it. LOL!
She gave him a happy look as he followed her out on the water-soaked wooden walk. "This could be fun," she said, then turned, took a running step, and did a couple of back flips--like a middle-school kid at recess. He stopped where he was, lust and love and fear rising up in a surge of emotion he did not, for all his years, have any idea how to deal with.
I love how even though they mated really early on, both their wolves accepting each other, they're still figuring out themselves and each other within the context of their relationship.