I don't know about you but when I fall in love with a series, particularly a series with no set end point in mind, I'm always worried that it's going to dry out. So many do well for a while and get into the same old, same old pattern. And that's just a tragedy. So when I nabbed a copy of Frost Burned my fangirl joy was mitigated by the fear that Mercy Thompson had had her day. Luckily I can say that she has not. In fact, this latest entry was stronger then ever. I was sucked in so deep that dinner just didn't happen. Not saying that I'm the worlds most punctual cook, but normally guilt gets the better of me. Not this time. Frost Burned Rules!