You'd tell the world what your best friend wore to sleep if you thought it made a good enough story.

Samuel laughed out loud. "You still haven't figured it out, have you, Mercy? He never was mad about the car. He was the first one at the scene of the accident. He thought you'd killed yourself. We all did. That was a pretty spectacular wreck.

Anna followed, keeping a sharp eye out for things he might back into or over. She wondered if Isaac did this all the time-and, if so, how he avoided getting photos in the paper with captions like "Local Alpha Trips Over Child" or "Wolf Versus Street Sign, Street Sign Wins.

I give you Mercedes Athena Thompson, our newest member." Much awkwardness ensued.

If she kept wondering about how much of her life Bran engineered, she’d end up on a funny farm knitting caps for ducks.

She crawled on top of him, naked and warm and soft, smelling like a miracle that had saved him from a lifetime of aloneness.

I thought you couldn't make it here until morning," I said. "I hurried.