Dont let the bastards grind you down?" Bran looked at me incredulously.

It was Adam, but he was too late. He couldn’t love me anymore. He would be so angry with me. I had to hide. He didn’t love me so he might hurt me when he was angry. When he calmed down, that would hurt him. I didn’t want him hurting because of me. There was nowhere for a person to hide. So I wouldn’t be a person. My eyes fell on the shelves that lined the far back corner. A coyote could hide there.

Mercy," said my mother thoughtfully, "you never told me your werewolf neighbor was quite that hot.

Time was such an odd thing. One moment you could talk to someone, then suddenly, they were gone.

When I die of heart failure the next time you frighten me like that, you can put that on my gravestone —‘I didn’t mean to startle her

Fear makes idiots out of us all, at some time or other.

It is one of those lessons that every child should learn: Don't play with fire, sharp objects, or ancient artifacts.