It Wasn't Hard To Follow The Scent Of Blood To The Living Room Where The Fae Had Been Killed. It Had Been A Violent Death, Perfect For Creating Ghosts.
Patricia BriggsPack is for comfort when you hurt, I thought, putting my head back down. And for the first time in a long time, maybe the first time ever, I appreciated being a part of one.
Patricia BriggsโHey, Adam,โ I said. โI thought you'd want to know that Warren and Darryl made it out of the vampire den alive.โ I sucked in my breath. โYou didn't actually agree to their meeting on Marsilia's grounds?โ He laughed. โNo, it just sounded better than saying they made it out of Denny's alive. It might not be romantic, but it's open all night and set in the middle of a brightly lit parking lot with no dark places for skulking parties to ambush from.โ
Patricia BriggsHis grandfather had often told him that he tried too hard to move trees when a wiser man would walk around them.
Patricia BriggsWarren made a noise, the first one I'd heard out of him since we'd come into the room. I'd have been happier if he hadn't sounded scared. "Easy, Warren," Adam told him. "You're safe here.โ "If you die on us, you won't be," said Kyle with a growl that would have done credit to any of the werewolves in the room.
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