Reluctantly, I pulled out my necklace and showed it to them.
Samuel frowned. The little figure was stylized; I suppose he couldn't tell what it was at first.
"A dog?" asked Zee, staring at my necklace.
"A lamb," I said defensively, tucking it safely back under my shirt. "Because one of Christ's names is 'The Lamb of God.'"
Samuel's shoulders shook slightly. "I can see it now, Mercy holding a roomful of vampire at bay with her glowing sheep."
I gave his shoulder a hard push, aware of the heat climbing to my cheeks, but it didn't help. He sang in a soft taunting voice, "Mercy had a little lamb...
Tags: vampires nursery-rhyme mercy-thompson samuel zee
And that's when Anna realized that what the wolf had been asking Bran for was death.
Impulsively, Anna stepped away from Charles. She put a knee on the bench she'd been sitting on and reached over the back to close her hand on Asil's wrist, which was lying across the back of the pew.
He hissed in shock but didn't pull away. As she held him the scent of wilderness, of sickness, faded. He stared at her, the whites of his eyes showing brightly while his irises narrowed to small bands around his black pupil.
"Omega," he whispered, his breath coming harshly.
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Love thy enemies, it says in the scriptures. My foster mother always added, "At the very least, you will be polite to them.
Patricia BriggsTags: tolerance mercy-thompson
If she know how strongly he felt, she'd have run out the door. He wasn't used to the possessive, or the savage joy she brought to his heart. It ate at his control, so he turned his attention to the music. He understood music.
Patricia BriggsShe opened her eyes and met his. The impact was so strong he was amazed that his fingers continued playing without pause.
Patricia BriggsTags: love love-at-first-sight impact-of-love
She wondered that hope was so much harder then despair.
Patricia BriggsTags: despair hope depression loss-of-faith
Adam swore harshly. "New werewolves are dangerous, woman. Especially when they are cold and hungry." He looked at Mac, and his voice changed completely, the heat and anger gone, "Mercy, come here."
I didn't look down to see what he'd noticed in Mac's face. I took a step, but Mac was wrapped around my left leg. I stopped before I fell. "Uhm. I'm a little stuck for the moment.
A werewolf tossed me against a giant packing crate while I was trying to rescue a frightened young girl who'd been kidnapped by an evil witch and a drug lord.
Patricia BriggsTags: excuses
That’s a pretty lame superhero name,” I told him.
“Scooby-Doo is already taken,” he said with dignity. “Anything else sounds lame in comparison.
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Stefan: "Indian with a dot, not a feather.
Patricia BriggsTags: racist sterotypes
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