So in the sweltering heat of a July night, I sang a Christmas carol to a room full of fae, who had been driven out of their homelands by Christians and their cold-iron swords.

Yes, well," said his da with a hint of a grow that told him just how worried Bran had been about him, "that'll teach you to dodge a bit quicker next time." "Sorry," he apologized meekly as he sat in the passenger seat. "Good," said Bran, shutting the door gently. "Don't let it happen again." -Bran and Charles

Anger is stupid, and stupidity will kill you more surely than your opponent's blade.

Over the years, she'd learned not to question him to closely—mostly because he wouldn't answer her.

Identity was partly heritage, partly upbringing, but mostly the choices you make in life. ~ Bran

Yes,' he said sincerely. 'Such a one deserves peanut butter on the seat of his pants.

Let's save tomorrow's troubles for tomorrow.