Written in Red (The Others, #1)

by Anne Bishop

“You’ve been on the job for less than an hour and you’re already the most entertaining Liaison we’ve had.”

“Simon was being mean. He made the Meg cry. I’m going over to the store to see if I can find a sparkly that will make her smile again. The Meg smiles a lot—when the Wolf isn’t snarling at her.”

And it had been easier when he hadn’t cared if he made any of them cry.

“It’s not a leash,” a young, scratchy voice shouted. Or tried to shout. “It’s a safety line. Adventure buddies use a safety line so they can help each other.”

we do not feed on the sweet blood, because they are both wondrous and terrible.

The sweatshirt was big on her and she looked ridiculous. He liked it. And he liked that she was wearing something that carried his scent.

Namid has given you to us, and we value the world’s gifts.

But someone the monkeys wanted back so much was someone the terra indigene were determined to keep.

“Tell the monkeys that this storm will not end until Simon Wolfgard says our Meg will get well.”

Unless she gets the very best care you can provide, this city will never see another spring. I’m sorry to place this burden on you, but the lives of everyone in Lakeside are now in your hands.”