Cโest moi, cโest moi,โtis I,' I told him. It seemed appropriately melodramatic, though I didnโt know if heโd catch the reference. I shouldnโt have worried. Unexpectedly, he laughed. โTrust you to quote Lancelot rather than Guinevere.
Patricia BriggsHe didn't say anything more, just waited for me to tell him what I'd been thinking. It was pure speculation, and I was opening myself up to ridicule by saying anything at all. I sat on the stool and realized that I had my loyalties, too.
Patricia BriggsMine. He was mine, and not even death would take him from meโnot if I could help it.
Patricia BriggsI am the reality of all coyotes. The archetype. The epitome. You are just a reflection of me.
Patricia Briggs