Текст книги "River Marked"

Автор книги: Patricia Briggs

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He leaned forward and touched my nose.“You’re tired. I’d better get going.”

“Stop in again,” I invited him.

Coyote looked around the kitchen, then he looked at me.“You know, I think I will.” He got up and, behind my back, said, “That is very beautiful.”

I turned as far as I could in my wheelchair and saw that he’d picked up the walking stick, which must have been lurking around. He gave it a Charlie Chaplin swing.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more gracefully etched or cleverly carved,” he said. Then he looked at me and smiled, waiting for me to understand.

“Would you,” I said carefully, remembering what Charles had taught me about guests and things that they admired, “care to accept it? It has delighted me for many days, as have you—which makes it a fitting gift for such an honored and welcomed guest.”

He smiled at me as if I had been exceptionally clever.“But it’s gotten a bit dangerous recently, yes? We shall have marvelous adventures, this walking stick and I.”

I’d given it back to the fae quite often when it first came to me—and it had always returned. But somehow, I thought that it would stay with Coyote.

“Take care of yourself,” I told him. “And tell your sisters ‘hi’ from me.”

“I’ll do that,” he promised, opening the back door. He stopped in the doorway and turned back to me.

“You tell your mate that I expect him to take care of you,” he growled.

“I will.” I smiled a little. “Have fun.”

“Oh, I will,” said Coyote. He shut the door, but I heard the last bit anyway. “I always do.”

MERCY’S LETTER TO ADAM

Dearest Adam,

If you are reading this, I guess it means I didn’t make it out this time. Damn. I was really worried about this one, and if there had been any way out of it, I’d have found it.

Words aren’t my best thing, not when it’s time to tell you how I feel—but you know that. I’m much better with actions than explaining myself. I think it’s because I don’t think in words about you. How can I reduce what I feel for you to mere letters on a page? “I love you” doesn’t seem big enough somehow, and everything else I tried (you can go through that little garbage can under the sink if you want to see the drafts of this letter) sounds like really bad poetry, which is even worse, so I’ll just stick to the simple words. I love you, Adam.

I want you to know that I fought to get back to you. I didn’t take the easy way out. I didn’t give up. I fought this death because I had you waiting for me on the shore. If it had been possible to drag this puny mortal flesh back to you, I would have done it, if I had to crawl to do so. I would have walked through Hell to get back to you, and only failed because of the weakness of my body, not of my heart.

Don’t push Jesse away. She needs you more than she’s willing to admit. I was going to tell you to go hunt down a woman who will love you, but I find that I’m not a big enough person to do that. Still, don’t feel guilty when you do, okay? And don’t leave her waiting for years (like you did me) because you think you are too old, too Alpha, too whatever. Just make sure she treasures you properly.

Love you,

Mercy

Titles by Patricia Briggs

The Mercy Thompson Novels

MOON CALLED

BLOOD BOUND

IRON KISSED

BONE CROSSED

SILVER BORNE

RIVER MARKED

The Alpha and Omega Novels

ON THE PROWL

(with Eileen Wilks, Karen Chance, and Sunny)

CRY WOLF

HUNTING GROUND

MASQUES

WOLFSBANE

STEAL THE DRAGON

WHEN DEMONS WALK

THE HOB’S BARGAIN

DRAGON BONES

DRAGON BLOOD

RAVEN’S SHADOW

RAVEN’S STRIKE

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