The conflict between the creatures of Native Lore and the immigration of the European preternatural hosts is hinted at in 'Blood Bound' and reflects the conflicts between the human immigrants and the Indian people who were already here.
Patricia BriggsDrink it,โ I told her. โItโs good for what ails you. Caffeine and sugar. I donโt drink it, so I ran over to your house and stole the expensive stuff in your freezer. It shouldnโt be that bad. Samuel told me to make it strong and pour sugar into it. It should taste sort of like bitter syrup.โ She gave me a smile smile, then a bigger one, and plugged her nose before she drank it down in one gulp. โNext time," she said in a hoarse voice, โI make the coffee.
Patricia BriggsMy foster mother always laughed and said it was his reputation for knowing everything that allowed for him to appear infallible: all he had to do was walk through the room and see who looked guiltiest when they saw him. Maybe she was right, but I tried looking innocent the next time, and it didn't work.
Patricia BriggsSamuel laughed out loud. "You still haven't figured it out, have you, Mercy? He never was mad about the car. He was the first one at the scene of the accident. He thought you'd killed yourself. We all did. That was a pretty spectacular wreck.
Patricia BriggsIt was Adam, but he was too late. He couldnโt love me anymore. He would be so angry with me. I had to hide. He didnโt love me so he might hurt me when he was angry. When he calmed down, that would hurt him. I didnโt want him hurting because of me. There was nowhere for a person to hide. So I wouldnโt be a person. My eyes fell on the shelves that lined the far back corner. A coyote could hide there.
Patricia Briggs