Frost Burned (Mercy Thompson, #7)

by Patricia Briggs

She was going to pick me to fight with her. I was pretty sure that Frost was right about my chances of survival, too. She wouldn’t have to worry about Stefan being my friend because I was going to be dead.

I looked at William Frost—Gauntlet Boy—and thought about what he planned. All of the bloodshed and chaos, and the people who lost the most would be the humans who lived in those cities. At first. Then those humans would gather their weapons and give battle. Then they would destroy the vampires, the fae, the werewolves—and it would cost them dearly to do it.

I was going to fight vampires, and my name wasn’t Buffy—I was so screwed.

“Be at peace.” Like the others, he disappeared in a flash of light. If I had secretly hoped that the awful darkness that swallowed the bad guy in Ghost would come and haul him down into the abyss, well, that was a disappointment I’d just have to live with.

“Life is not safe. A man might spend his whole time on earth staying safe in a basement, and in the end, he still dies like everyone else.”

Mirror reflect, find father’s image and voice in the depths of your senses. His words his form, my words my form, lead, guide, drive together in a connection of your reality. Bind our realities, our being, in nature and song.