Silver Borne (Mercy Thompson, #5)

by Patricia Briggs

“Chocolate usually helps me regain my balance when life kicks me in the teeth.”

So true.

Since I love you, as you are, where you are—it hardly makes sense for me to kick about it when you act like yourself. Right?”

“All things die, Mercedes. Some just take longer than others.”

Pack is for comfort when you hurt, I thought, putting my head back down. And for the first time in a long time, maybe the first time ever, I appreciated being a part of one.

“Endings are relative,” I said, and Samuel jerked his head up. “I mean, as long as no one is dead, they get the chance to rewrite their endings, don’t you think? Take it from me, Samuel, a little time can heal some awfully big wounds.”

“That’s what friends are for,” I told him. “Lift you when you’re down—and kick you in the rump when you need it.