You come home, Daddy,” she told him. “I love my mother, but if I have to live with her for very long, one of us will commit a homicide. And you bring Mercy and the pip-squeak back.
I only get weirder the longer you know me,” I told him, quoting one of the T-shirts I’d gotten for my last birthday.
Vampires did the one-name thing before Madonna and Prince.
Let us be heroes as well as monsters.
Sometimes when the wind is still and the cold is upon us, the quiet is so deep you can feel it in your bones.
He’d have to call his brother, Samuel, and tell him that he’d finally learned that his face wouldn’t crack if he smiled. All it had taken to teach him was an Omega werewolf.
Guayota is our enemy. He is not our enemy because he hurt one of our own, though he has. He is not our enemy because he violates our territory, though that is also true. He is not our enemy because he attacked my mate. He is not even our enemy because he is evil. He is our enemy because he kills those who cannot protect themselves against him. Because he will not stop until someone stops him.
But his attention was all for my mother. “She’s married,” I warned him. “And if you call her a rude name, she’ll shoot you with her pretty pink gun and I’ll spit on your grave.” He considered me a moment and started to open his mouth. Adam said, “Ben. Meet Mercy’s mother, Margi.” Ben paled, closed his mouth, and opened it again. But nothing came out. I didn’t think Ben was used to meeting mothers.
There is magic in places that are between: crossroads, thresholds, bridges.
Several years ago, another werewolf had approached me at the garage, looking for a place to be. He was dead.
Anna came into the bedroom with a big red towel wrapped around herself and nothing else. Her reddish-brown hair was tied up on top of her head, and there was a drop of water on his favorite freckle. They were all his favorite freckles.
It is my privilege,” I said carefully, trying not to tweak his pride, “to do those things that are easier for me than for you. You do the same for me.
Dear God... Please don’t let me end up in a wheelchair again. No broken bones would be a happy bonus, but I’m not expecting you to make up for my stupidity quite so completely... Whatever happens, you don’t let that vampire make it out of here still moving. If he wins, it will be bad news. Any help you can give us will be appreciated. Amen.
Try to look unimportant, Sarge; maybe they’ll be low on ammo.” “Too late,” Adam said with an involuntary grin. He hadn’t heard that phrase since ‘Nam, when officers were favorite targets of the enemy.
Heartbreak can be like that, boy,” said Zee heavily. “Healthy pain invites healing.
She glanced surreptitiously at Charles, but he was eating the way he usually did – like a well-mannered starving person who wasn’t sure where his next meal with coming from.
With Anna he had no shield – Charles belonged to Anna with all his complicated soul and uncomplicated heart.
Druids influenced the natural world: weather, plants, and some animals. Wizards played with nonliving things. But witches used the mind and body.
Medea yowled at me and stropped my leg, broadcasting the information that no one had fed her. Cats lie, and I was pretty sure she was lying. But feeding her made me happy and made her happy.
He sees people – all the way through them – and he likes them anyway.