When you turn something into stone, you take out the moisture that makes most of the bulk of flesh. A really good mage could turn you into a pebble,” said the really good mage before me.
We appreciate the help you have given us so far, but your usefulness ends here.
We know,” she whispered to him. “We who have been hurt, we know what evil looks like. We know you make us safe.
You aren’t up to dealing with werewolf business.” “Seems to me that she’s been dealing just fine,” Adam said mildly. “She killed two of them in as many days and came out of it without a scratch.” “Luck,” said Samuel. “Is it?” In my rearview mirror, I saw Adam close his eyes as he finished in almost a whisper. “Maybe so. When I was in the army, we kept lucky soldiers where they would do us the most good.” “Adam.
I see your fear, they told her, but no harm will come to you by me.
Scaring people is fun,” said the witch, stepping out of the shadows about ten feet from the porch.
My French friend tells me that someday, if I work at it, I may no longer be flattering myself when I say I can speak a very little French.
It has always been an ambition of mine to serve as an object lesson for others.
Mercy might be mated to Adam, but to his wolf she would always belong to Bran. Would always be his little coyote, who was tough and defiant, raised by a good friend because Bran couldn’t trust his mate with someone he cared about who was more fragile than his grown sons.
Yes, sir,” she said, clearly not believing him. He reminded himself that a man’s word didn’t count for much in this modern day.
They’re all dead,” Ruth wept, her hands in front of her face as if she could not bear what she’d seen. It reminded me oddly of the weeping angels from Doctor Who.
Damn it, Mercy.” He didn’t like to swear in front of women. I always counted it a personal triumph when I could make him do it.
One, one, two, zero,” I told him through the chattering of my teeth. “It’s my birthday.
Only an evil man needs to fear a good man.
People died when Bran was at his most reasonable. Some of them died horribly. All of them idiots.
Want to explain to the kid that I’m more a Spike than a Buffy? A villain, not a superhero?
Anything worth doing is worth overdoing.
Leslie absorbed that. “If that’s so, I peg our Anna at sixteen and her husband at ten thousand and change.
The problem was that she didn’t need rescuing, except maybe from them. The force of their concern, of their knowing that she had been a victim made her feel like a victim again.
Ben, one of the four werewolf guards for the night, ate a big bite, swallowed, and said in a prissier-than-usual version of his British accent, “Mercy, when you say it gnawed on the bones, was it trying to get at the marrow or just cleaning its teeth?