Silence Fallen (Mercy Thompson, #10)

by Patricia Briggs

Witches are bitches and they’ll burn your britches sure as kittens have itches if you give ’em half a chance.”

We drove past a castle—because it was the Czech Republic, and apparently castles were required by all the best villages. The Tri-Cities had no castles. I’d never felt the lack before.

You are one who walks the path of the dead, he told me. The dead must hear you and obey. These demons, these vampires, have swallowed death to stay on this earth. They are not exempt from your power.

I am pretty sure that philosophy was first developed by prisoners. Being stuck in a cage, unable to do anything more about my situation, left nothing for me to do but think.

Belief is the most powerful magic of all. He gave me that, trusted me with it.

“My love,” he said, his voice intent, “you are welcome to all that I am, all that I have. I would destroy the planet for you. I was even diplomatic for you, which was a bigger sacrifice. A little power drain is nothing.”