I'm a wolf ma'am. Not a cat. I don't play around with my prey.
Shifting Shadows: Stories From the World of Mercy ThompsonI still remember the day my father took me to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books for the first time.
The Shadow of the WindBooks hold no passports. There's only one true literary tradition: the human.
The Shadow of the WindPeople talk too much. Humans aren't descended from monkeys. They come from parrots.
The Shadow of the WindFew things leave a deeper mark on the reader, than the first book that finds its way to his heart.
The Shadow of the WindAnd here I was thinking you were a bit slow, what with so much asking and not knowing anything.
The Shadow of the Wind