Rachel Vincent is an American author best known for her Shifters series, a present-day urban fantasy series about a female werecat.
Unfortunately, unless the job description included a translation of the prologue of The Canterbury Tales, I was dreadfully under-qualified.
When mice run, cats give chase.
Did he show himself?” Nash asked, and I glanced to my right to see him staring at my father, as fascinated as I was. My dad nodded. “He was an arrogant little demon. ” “So what happened?” I asked. “I punched him. ” For a moment, we stared at him in silence. “You punched the reaper?” I asked, and my hand fell from the strainer onto the edge of the sink. “Yeah. ” He chuckled at the memory, and his grin brought out one of my own. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen my father smile. “Broke his nose.
But I'll be fine. I'll be with Tod. He's a good guy, you know. " He just hides it under all the sarcasm and curls.
You mostly. ” Her hands went still again as her eyes stared off into the past with a look so wistful it made me ache for her. “The boys tended to take care of each other but you were too much for anyone else to handle. ” I poked at the ball of yarn avoiding her eyes. “I wasn’t that bad. ” She smiled. “You broke Ethan’s arm. ” “It was self-defense. He wouldn’t let go of my foot. ” “He was helping you tie your shoe.
I've seen this episode. This is the one where Sylvester eats Tweety.
I should have mixed something stronger than Coke floats.
Even if they were willing to let you remove your Pride from the council's collective influence—and they won't be—there's a reason the council exists. We band together because there's strength in numbers. Because in its unperverted state, the council ensures representative government and a pooling of resources and ideas that benefits everyone. " "Yes, but the operative word there is unperverted, and right now, you guys are operating under the thumb of the biggest power-pervert ever to swish his tail in the U. S. He's like Hitler with fur.
Then strong, warm arms wrapped around me from behind. "I've got you," Tod whispered in my ear.
I love you, Kaylee. More than I've ever loved anyone. More than I will ever love anyone. If I could freeze this moment in time and never have to let you go, I would do it without a second thought.
"You already said that," Sabine said, folding the wrapper back from her burger. "You said it a lot, actually. Which supports my theory that apologies are basically pointless. They don't fix anything, right? That's why I rarely bother. "
"I'm not going to lose you, Kaylee. No matter what I have to do, or whom I have to fight. Even if that means quashing your vexing tendencies toward self-sacrifice. " "Did you just say 'vexing'?" Nash asked. Tod scowled. "Nothing else seemed to fit. I stand by my word choice. "
As a matter of fact, I was going to offer you something. ” “What did you have in mind?” "A field trip. You interested in doing something dangerous, and possibly illegal?” “Does it involve underage girls, broken curfews and assorted fruit toppings?
Some things are private. Some things needed to be said, even when the person who needed to hear them couldn’t hear anything. Ever again.