Shifting Shadows: Stories from the World of Mercy Thompson

by Patricia Briggs

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

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People died when Bran was at his most reasonable. Some of them died horribly. All of them idiots.

Bran nodded at Charles. Charles looked at the prisoners and smiled. Asil had practiced in a mirror, trying to get that smile. His own were very good, but he hadn’t gotten quite the same “I’d rather rip you to little pieces, but my father says I can’t—yet” effect. Asil was better at the “I’m crazy, and you are about to die.”

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