Are you going to tell me what that was about?โ Adam asked as we went back upstairs. โSometime,โ I told him. โWhen we're telling ghost stories around a campfire, and I want to scare you.
Patricia BriggsHe'd woken up after flying from Boston to Montana to find his da cooking breakfast for them: sausage and pancakes shaped like deer. It wasn't just any deer, either - they looked like Bambi from the disney cartoon. Charles didn't want to know how his father had managed that
Patricia BriggsWeโd spent years as adversaries, two predators sharing territory and a certain, unwelcome attraction. Somehow, during all those years I spent outwardly acquiescing to his demands while making sure I held my own, Iโd won his respect. Iโd had werewolves love me and hate me, but Iโd never had one respect me before. Not even Samuel. Adam respected me enough to act on my suspicions. It meant a lot.
Patricia Briggs