She wondered that hope was so much harder then despair.

Then he'd come back home and found out that war didn't cause fear- love did.

Not that I'd really been planning on keeping the attack secret; it had just been an option I'd wanted to keep open if I could.

What do you mean?” Leslie’s voice was cool, as if she questioned witches who were flat on their backs being threatened by werewolves every day.

He stepped back with exaggerated courtesy. But when I walked past him, he swatted my rump. Hard enough to sting. “You need to be more careful,” he growled. “Keep interfering in my business and you might get hurt.” I said sweetly as I continued to Jesse's room, “The last man who swatted me like that is rotting in his grave.” “I have no doubt about it.” His voice was more satisfied then contrite.

It is not wise to give something old and powerful something they care about. And I am very old.

I was too busy fighting the river to worry about adjusting my beliefs in accordance to reality.