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329 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published October 7, 2014
“For a reason or a season,' he said. 'For a year or a lifetime. For a poem or a song. For a victorious battle or a bloody death. For honor. I would stand by you for as long as I might live.”


I woke up on path with dirt under belly and paws. Studied place. Jane had picked good spot to change. Tall grasses and deep shadows. Strange bent and stunted swamp trees. No standing water fallen from the sky - from rain. Smelled of fish and rotten things and snake and skunk and opossum and scat of bobcat. Wesa, a bobcat, had marked territory on tree. I chuffed with laughter. Jane had been Wesa when she took big-cat's form and soul. Jane as Wesa had been strong, good fighter.
Looked for Jane in den of mind. She slept. I, Beast, pressed paw onto her and forced her deeper into sleep. Jane did not know Beast could do this. There was much that Jane did not know. Beast could not decide what to tell her. How to tell her. Was confusing. Jane was like Wesa. And not. Jane could need to know much of what Beast knew. But much would hurt her. Chuffed out breath, confused. Did not like confused.
Hunger gripped belly like Wesa claws. Was not confused at hunger. Understood hunger. Stood and stepped over pile of Jane clothes on ground. Stopped. Looked bak at thing on top of Jane-shirt. Was supposed to smell thing from fight, thing like scale of fish. Lowered head and snuffled, nostrils fluttering. Opened mouth and pulled in air over tongue and roof of mouth in soft scree of sound, taking scent deep.
Strange thing smelled of fish and snake and water of Mississippi. Smelled of burning green things. Knew this creature. Had smelled one before, many years in past, during start of hunger times, when white man had killed off all the animals and cut down all trees, and land itself washed away in the rains. Beast had wanted hunter out of territory. Wanted snake/fish/winged-like bat hunter of prey gone. Wanted it dead. But it was too big to fight. Fangs were full of bad things, smelled of danger.


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"They go in a vase. On the nighstand by your bed. Or on the kitchen table. Or on the coffee table in the living room. They go where you can see them most often, and, seeing them, remember that you deserve flowers."

We were broken. Alone. Fighting for dominance. First as two. Then as two merged, but not at peace. Hayyel [an angel] healed us. Healed our broken soul. Gave us strength and power. But we have not accepted it. Have not taken his gift and made it ours. Have not eaten it and made it part of who we are.As Beast and Jane accept the gift, knowing that there will be a price to pay, their minds merge in part--sensations, perceptions, thoughts, feelings--and Jane/Beast become stronger and faster as a living unit than ever before. That stands them in very good stead during the complicated battles that follow, full of deaths and horror.
For the life of the flesh is in the blood . . . for it is the blood that maketh an atonement for the soul.”
“For a reason or a season,” he said. “For a year or a lifetime. For a poem or a song. For a victorious battle or a bloody death. For honor. I would stand by you for as long as I might live.” - Bruiser