Warren 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.” "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.
Patricia BriggsCheeses crusty, got all musty, got damp on the stone of a peach,” I agreed. He looked blank, so I repeated it with proper emphasis. “ ChEEZ-zes crusty. Got Al -musty. Got DAMp on the StoneofapeaCH.
Patricia BriggsMine. He was mine, and not even death would take him from me—not if I could help it.
Patricia BriggsTake a note: it usually works better if you wait until I do something stupid before getting mad at me.
Patricia Briggs