Christine Feehan Quote

An unusually large, rare, golden wolf trotted out of the timberline, circled the area warily, and sat down on its haunches only feet from Jacques. It watched him steadily with its strange golden eyes, completely unafraid. It seemed not to be affected by the fire, the lightning, or the Carpathian male. Jacques watched the animal equally intently, certain he was facing more than a wolf. The creature did not make an attempt to use the common mental path to communicate. It simply watched him, taking in the bizarre scene, the golden eyes never wavering. A humorless smile curved Jacques’ hard mouth. If you are looking for action tonight, I am too tired to oblige you, and far too hungry. The wolf’s shape contorted, stretched, shimmered in the smoke of the fire, and soon a large, heavily muscled man was facing Jacques. His long, shaggy mane of hair was blond, his eyes golden, his body perfectly balanced. You are Jacques, brother to Mikhail. I heard you were dead. That is the story going around, Jacques assented warily. You have no memory of me? I am Julian, brother to Aidan. I have been away these last long years. The far-off mountains, the places without people, are my home. The last I heard, you were fighting wars in distant lands. When the mood is upon me, I fight where it is needed, Julian agreed. I see you do also. The vampire lies dead, and you are pale beyond imagination. Jacques’ smile was grim. Do not allow my color to fool you. I am no vampire yet, and if ever I fear turning, I will go to Aidan, and he will destroy me if I cannot do so myself. If you wish to take blood, then I offer it freely. The healer knows me; you can ask him if I am a reliable resource. There was the slightest of smiles, a self-mocking humor. What are you doing in these parts? Jacques asked suspiciously. I was traveling through, on my way to the United States, when I heard the butchers were back, and I thought I would make myself useful to our people for a change. Jacques found himself admiring Julian’s answers. This was a man not in the least worried about anyone’s opinion or impression of him. He was self-contained, at ease with himself. It didn’t bother him at all that Jacques was suspicious, that he was firing questions at him. Did he give me a good recommendation? Julian’s smile was frankly sardonic. The healer never gives good recommendation. You are not his favorite, but he agrees there would be no harm. Julian laughed softly, put his wrist to his mouth and bit, then casually reached out to offer his life-giving fluid to Jacques. I am too much like him, a loner, one who studies too much. I dabble in things better left alone. I fear Gregori has given up on me. He didn’t sound worried about it.