mercy-thompson

C__st moi, c__st moi,__is I,' I told him. It seemed appropriately melodramatic, though I didn__ know if he__ catch the reference. I shouldn__ have worried. Unexpectedly, he laughed. __rust you to quote Lancelot rather than Guinevere.

Arrogance is someone claiming to have come to Christ, but they won't spend more than five minutes listening to your journey because they are more concerned about their own well being, rather than being a true disciple of Christ. Blessed is the person that takes the time to heal and hear another person so they can move on.

I don__ know who you think you are_ _ my mother__ voice was low and dangerous _ __ut if you don__ get out of my way right this instant, it won__ matter.__dam was the Alpha werewolf in charge of the local pack. He was tough. He could be mean when he had to _ and he wouldn__ stand a chance against my mom.

He stepped back with exaggerated courtesy. But when I walked past him, he swatted my rump. Hard enough to sting.__ou need to be more careful,_ he growled. __eep interfering in my business and you might get hurt.__ said sweetly as I continued to Jesse's room, __he last man who swatted me like that is rotting in his grave.___ have no doubt about it._ His voice was more satisfied then contrite.

Love thy enemies, it says in the scriptures. My foster mother always added, "At the very least, you will be polite to them.

Into the breach, then. Against mobs of middle-aged moms and frightening harridans we shall prevail.__he nodded sharply, raising an invisible sword. __nd damned be he__he__ho cries, __old, enough!____isquote Shakespeare in front of Samuel, I dare you,_ I told her, and she laughed.

Adam has always had . . . heroic tendencies.__ touched Adam__ arm. __e__ my hero.__here was another pause. . .__hat is the most romantic thing I__e ever heard you say,_ Bran said. __e careful, Adam, or you__l turn her into a real girl.__dam looked at me. __ like her just the way she is, Bran._ And he meant it, greasy overalls, broken fingernails, and all.

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.

You are a sick, sick man,_ I told him.__hank you,_ Ben replied, looking modest.

Vampire politics make the very complicated dance of manners that is werewolf protocol look like the Hokey Pokey.

Reluctantly, I pulled out my necklace and showed it to them.Samuel frowned. The little figure was stylized; I suppose he couldn't tell what it was at first."A dog?" asked Zee, staring at my necklace."A lamb," I said defensively, tucking it safely back under my shirt. "Because one of Christ's names is 'The Lamb of God.'"Samuel's shoulders shook slightly. "I can see it now, Mercy holding a roomful of vampire at bay with her glowing sheep."I gave his shoulder a hard push, aware of the heat climbing to my cheeks, but it didn't help. He sang in a soft taunting voice, "Mercy had a little lamb...

I was going to fight vampires, and my name wasn't Buffy--I was so screwed.

A rape victim... a rape victim who fights...They've been violated, made helpless and afraid. It breaks their confidence in the safety of their little world. It makes them afraid." .... "If you don't fight, it's not quite the same. If they make you help, make you cooperate, then it's not clear to you anymore. Is it rape? You feel dirty, violated, and guilty. Most of all guilty because you should have fought. Especially if you're Mercy and you fight everything.