Only Cowards Torture Women.

My Mother Was A Children's Librarian. I Remember When Traditional Stories Were Revised For Modern Audiences Until They Bore Only A Nodding Acquaintance With The Originals, But Were Released As 'authentic Indian Stories' When They Were, In Fact, Nothing Of The Kind.

Are You Going To Tell Me What That Was About?” Adam Asked As We Went Back Upstairs. “sometime,” I Told Him. “when We're Telling Ghost Stories Around A Campfire, And I Want To Scare You.

I Don't Get Mad, I Get Even.

There Isn’t A Person In This City More Dangerous Than A Wolf Whose Mate Is In Danger.

I Knew He Would Never Leave Me, Never Let Me Down-because The Man Had Never Abandoned Anything In His Long Life. If I Hadn’t Taken The Gold Rope Of Our Bond, I Knew Adam Would Have Sat On Me And Hog-tied Me With It. I Liked That. A Lot.