Quotes About Coyote

Rainelle offered him coffee but he declined, asking instead for a hatchet and rope, an odd request but I wasn't from around here so I didn't judge. Coyote

Why does it have to be Coyote?" Marina's pleading voice sounded like any mother who grieved as a child marched off to battle. Even the ugly ones.

Coyote lowered the flask and munched on something. "You had another worm in there?" I asked, wondering what he chewed. He shrugged. "Worm, cockroach, don't know.

I'm a mechanic; I fix things that are broken. I turn into a thirty-five pound coyote. I have powerful friends. But when it comes right down to it, my real superpower is chaos." -Mercy

I feel like I'm lost in an anime movie" I said, as Coyote picked the thing up. "One of the tentacle-monster ones." Most of them were X-rated and ended up with a lot of dead people.

Coyote to Mercy: "I didn't know about you until a lot later. Then I stopped to check you out. You looked happy running with the wolves. They looked bewildered- which is as it should be when a coyote plays with wolves.

In this dream, I wasn't a coyote shapeshifter trying to hold a werewolf, I was Coyote's almost daughter, and I had all the strength of the world in my arms.

I'm a coyote shapeshifter playing in a world of werewolves and vampires--outmatched is an understatement.

Mercy is a smart cookie," Coyote told him (Adam). "Except when she is not.

Coyote," said Hopi Woman dryly, "doesn't much worry about understanding anything, which is why he understands so much.

Coyote's Daughter," he said. "We shall sing them to the great death.

Then suddenly Coyote stopped, turned to me, grabbed me by my hands, looked into my eyes, and said, "Her name is Death.

Mercy might be mated to Adam, but to his wolf she would always belong to Bran. Would always be his little coyote, who was tough and defiant, raised by a good friend because Bran couldn't trust his mate with someone he cared about who was more fragile than his grown sons.

This coyote is all better right now. Are you and I going to be friends, wolf?

When's the fight?" I asked, trying to be cool, trying to be a good coyote who lets her mate go out and fight a duel to the death when it hurts him walk. I had to do it, because sobbing and fussing wouldn't change anything except make his job harder.