Shifting Shadows: Stories from the World of Mercy Thompson

by Patricia Briggs

When she opened the door, I knew it for a fae residence because it was larger on the inside than on the outside.

“Of course you will. Everyone hurts everyone—it is a part of living.

Love, like any other living thing, needs to be fed. Only if you starve it will it die.”

“You don’t look like a vampire,” he said. “I know,” she agreed. A stray breeze brushed a strand of hair off her cheek. “We’re like serial killers; we look just like everyone else.”

Change is neither good nor bad. It’s just change. Frightening, but survivable.