Night Broken

Love means leaving yourself vulnerable, knowing that there is someone to catch you when you fall. ~ Mercy

Death isn't a tragedy to God, only to those left behind.

Almost-Sister, you picked a real catch.” “It was I who caught her,” Adam said softly. “It took years.

No, really," I said. "Now that we know that Flores is really this nasty, fiery, superpowerful nothing-can-kill-me demon from hell, maybe we should consider just giving Christy to him?

Stay out of this,” she (Christy) snapped at me, wiping futilely at her cheeks. “This isn’t your business.” “When you blamed Adam, whose only fault that I can see is that he has poor taste in wives, you made it my business,” I told her. Honey cleared her throat. “You do know you are one of his wives, right?” I raised an eyebrow. “Happily, he doesn’t know how bad off he is with me—and I intend that he never will.

Adam snorted as he pulled on a faded green t-shirt that said "I Heart Coyotes." Yet another sign that folding my clean clothes wasn't too big a price to pay to make him happy. He didn't have any "I Heart Christy " shirts or I would have burned them already.

If she tried anything, she would be sorry. Adam was mine. She had thrown him away, thrown Jesse away—and I had snatched them up. Finders keepers.

Just be careful, Mary Jo. Be very careful. You've made mistakes. Everyone makes mistakes. One you should not make is to imagine that Christy will ever be Adam's mate. He is mine, and unlike her, I don't throw away people who are mine.

I sat down in the middle. “So,” I said to Darryl, “do you think Korra is going to be as good an avatar as Aang?” “Who’s Aang?” he asked. “You started him with Korra?” I accused Jesse. “That’s not okay. It’s like reading the last chapter of the book first.

The snarl didn't make Adam's too-handsome features less handsome, but it would probably have scared anyone else. Me? I think I have some kind of subliminal death wish because Adam's anger makes me go weak at the knees, and not in a terrified sort of way.

Mercy?” His voice was very calm, that “people are going to die” calm only he could do. As soon as he started to speak, silence fell behind him because I wasn’t the only one who knew that voice.

I know that, too,” he said, his voice tender. “You should know that you can’t hide things from me.” “Good,” I said, my voice fierce. “Good. Then you know, you know I love you.

I need you to survive, he answered me without speaking, without looking at me. I need to know you survive.

Don't believe everything she says, okay? Don't leave without talking to me." I turned around, and said, fiercely, "Never. Not even if I talk to you first. You aren't getting away now, buster." He dove for my mouth. And when he was finished ensuring that neither of us was going to get much sleep for a while, he said, "Remember that. We're both likely to be clinging to that thought by the time this is over.

Congratulations, Christy. You just met one of the weird things in the world that don’t fit neatly into the fae or werewolf category.” “Weird like you,” said Christy. “Well, yes,” I agreed. “I thought that went without saying. Weird things like me.

God help us and keep us from receiving what we deserve

Adam decided that since I was going to keep getting into trouble, the only thing he could so was try to ensure I could get myself out of it, too.

You mean all the dead women looked like Mr. Hauptman’s ex-wife? That’s . . . that’s right out of a profiler’s book.” Jenny snorted her coffee, wiped her nose, and gave her assistant a quelling look. “You might curb your enthusiasm over the deaths of seven women, Andrea. It isn’t really appropriate.” “Poor things,” said Andrea obediently. “But this is like being in the middle of an episode of Criminal Minds.” She paused. “Okay. That’s dorky.

Three women bonding over household chores—my mother would be pleased if she could see us. That thought hardened my resolve that next week, some of the men would do cleanup. It would be good for them to expand their skill set.

I'm not worried about her coming between us," I told him truthfully. "I'm worried about her hurting you and Jesse. Hurting the pack. But that's better than letting her face whatever it is on her own.

apparently Coyote has a habit of showing up when he finds one of us—his descendants—interesting.” Adam laughed ruefully. “Shouldn’t take you long, then.

Sometimes the only action you can take leads to more trouble. (Honey)

There are some things that honest, honorable people don’t do to the people they love. They don’t propose marriage on TV. They don’t bring home small cuddly animals without checking with their spouses first. And they don’t tell their ex-husband they love him in front of a crowd that includes their daughter and his current wife right before he goes off to almost certain death. It didn’t help that most of us could tell that she wasn’t lying.

Rabies has a lot in Common with vampirism." said Adam

Beauclaire focused his attention, and I felt his magic send shivers of ice along my arms.

...sending me into a climax that left me wrecked in body and whole in spirit.

death isn’t a tragedy to God, only to those left behind.

He has taken she who is mine, so I shall take from him, she who is his. Balance. Only then will I take his life -- and that is vengeance. (Juan Flores)

The lawyer’s assistant, who was scribbling down notes, lit right up. “Magic is supposed to affect electricity like that. I’ve read that wizards can’t be in the same room with things like computers and stuff.” I knew where she’d read that. I bit my