ain't nobody up there still mad about anything. all is forgiven. They love you, came to help, know what mistakes they've made and what you did, too... but it's cool, now that they crossed over." He stood and walked over to the window to get some sunshine and to mentally breathe."I didn't understand it, never did until I saw it. They're in a better place; only want you to be safe and happy. That's it. that's all they want."
Carlos," her mother said, her voice soothing, and Sarah wondered how her mom managed to sound so calm. "I know you wanted to smoke the beast's heir before he claimed power over the world, but you just might have to accept the fact that maybe it's our children's destiny to handle that, not ours."
She grabbed the half-filled bucket before Fisher could take a breathe, spun into a shadow and came out with an icy slash that sent Hunter's voice blooming. She flung the bucket at him and ran. "You had mud on your chest and soap in your hair!" she shrieked laughing, dodging him. "Tag, you're it... and oh, yeah, by the way--pay back is a bitch!"
It's suicide," Doc Holland said, shaking his head. "Fools, all of them. This isn't any conventional war- this is madness." The general let out a weary breath. "No, Doctor-this is fear . . . and fear makes fools of us all."
Hunter found the edge of the sink to lean against; watching her mind hunt and wrestle the issue with a strategic defense against the danger to the pack was making it really hard to focus. It was so damned sexy to witness that he could barely breathe.
Respect for the environment, and respect for what was naturally occurring in nature: that was the bedrock of all original peoples. Harmony, coexistence, not conquest and conquer.