Mine was bright green with gold swirls. Adam's was black.
"You have no imagination," I told him smugly. "It wouldn't hurt if you found a pink ball to bowl with."
"All the pink balls have kid-sized holes in them," he told me. "The black balls are the heaviest."
I opened my mouth, but he shut me up with a kiss. "Not here," he said. "Look next to us."
We were being observed by a boy of about five and a toddler in a frilly pink dress.
I raised my nose in the air. "As if I were going to joke about your ball. How juvenile.
I'm not going to roll the window down," I told him. "This car doesn't have automatic windows. I'd have to pull over and go around and lower it manually. Besides, it's cold outside, and unlike you, I don't have a fur coat."
He lifted his lip in a mock snarl and put his nose on the dashboard with a thump.
"You're smearing the windshield," I told him.
He looked at me and deliberately ran his nose across his side of the glass.
I rolled my eyes. "Oh, that was mature. The last time I saw someone do something that grown-up was when my little sister was twelve.
You have to acknowledge evil, or you give it too much power over you.
Patricia BriggsOnly you could go to Spokane and get bitten by the one vampire in the whole city
Adam to Mercy
Humans, werewolves, or, apparently, vampire, it doesn't matter; get more than three of them together and the jockeying for power begins.
Patricia BriggsI don’t have many friends,” I said. “Not ‘come over and eat popcorn and watch a stupid movie’ friends. You and Warren are sort of it.” I don't have many girlfriends. My work isn't conducive to meeting other women.
“Pretty sad,” Kyle commented. Then he said, “You and Warren are the only people I eat popcorn with, too.
Tag: friendship
Mac kafasını sallayarak birden Adam'a baktı ancak kollarıyla kalçamı kavrayışı sertleşmişti.
Göğsünden yükselen ve bacakalarımı titreten hafif bir hırıltıyla homurdandı.
''Benim...''
Adam'ın gözleri kısıldı. ''Hiç sanmıyorum. O bana ait.''
Bu çekişme gururumu okşamadı diyemem ancak biri akşam yemeğinden bahsediyordu, diğerinin niyetinden emin değildim.
Tag: mercy-thompson adam-hauptman
I don’t know who you think you are” — my mother’s voice was low and dangerous — “but if you don’t get out of my way right this instant, it won’t matter.”
Adam was the Alpha werewolf in charge of the local pack. He was tough. He could be mean when he had to — and he wouldn’t stand a chance against my mom.
Tag: funny mothers mercy-thompson
My mother raised her eyebrow, and murmured, “And to think I was always worried that you didn’t have any friends. I suppose I should have been counting my blessings.
Patricia BriggsTag: friends blessings funny mother
So you didn’t have any reason to be so mad I wrecked the car,” I said, triumphantly.
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.”
I started to say something and found I couldn’t. The first thing I’d seen after hitting the tree was the Marrok’s snarling face. I’d never seen him that angry — and I’d done a lot, from time to time, to inspire his rage.
Tag: love angry mercy-thompson bran-cornick samuel-cornick growi
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