Tis the gift to be gentle, โtis the gift to be fair, โTis the gift to wake and breathe the morning air, To walk every day in the path that we choose, Is the gift that we pray we will never never lose.
Patricia BriggsYou okay now ?" he asked. "Okay." He tightened his arms and lifted me off my feet. "Mercy?" he growled into my ear. I wrapped my legs around his waist. " Yeah" , I said. "Me too.
Patricia BriggsYes, 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
Patricia BriggsFor Adam, screwed-up bonding thing or not, Iโd wait forever. โReally?โ he asked in a tone Iโd never heard from him before. Softer. Vulnerable. Adam didnโt do vulnerable. โReally what?โ I asked. โDespite the way our bond scares you, despite the way someone in the pack played you, youโd still have me?โ He'd been listening to my thoughts. This time it didn't bother me. โAdam,โ I told him, โIโd walk barefoot over hot coals for you.
Patricia Briggs