Adam didn't approve of Wal-Mart.

Are we going to Portland?" I asked. "Or Multnomah Falls?"He smiled at me. "Go to sleep."I waited three seconds. "Are we there yet?"His smile widened, and the last of the usual tension melted from his face. For a smile like that, I'd...do anything.

Such a small thing to cause so much trouble.

Trouble seems to follow me around, waiting to club me with a tire iron.

It was complicated. I understood it, mostly, but I had to think a little sideways to do it.

I didn't like anyone except me having their hands all over him. There had been possession in Wolf's touch, and Adam belonged to me.

I was too busy fighting the river to worry about adjusting my beliefs in accordance to reality.

I am the reality of all coyotes. The archetype. The epitome. You are just a reflection of me.

Matt Smith?" I said. "Really? You are not the Doctor, Bran. At your age, it is important to keep a lookout for excessive hubris.