Sometimes I have the urge to conquer large parts of Europe.

I'm a coyote shapeshifter playing in a world of werewolves and vampires---outmatched is n understatement.

Paranoia: the gift of the survivor and the burden of the overtired, stressed, and terrified.

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.

Mercy is not a proper Indian name."..........."Rash Coyote Who Runs With Wolf. We could shorten it to Dinner Woman.

Leslie had learned two valuable things about the fae that day. They were powerful and charming -- and they ate children and puppies.

You forgot the ‘my precious,’” Anna said dryly. “If you want to act like a freaking nutcase, you have to do it right.