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I still watch her now, like I always did, and she watches me, her brown eyes looking out from a wolf's face. This is the story of a boy who used to be...more

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Long after the other voices had dropped away, Sam kept howling, very soft and slow.When he finally fell silent, the night felt dead. Sitting was intol...more

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I fell for her in summer, my lovely summer girlFrom summer she is made my lovely summer girlI'd love to spend a winter with my lovely summer girlBut I...more

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There were so many different versions of him. It was countless versions of a song, and they were all original, and they were all true, and they were a...more

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I pressed my hand against her hair, holding her to me, filled with the certainty that she was going to hurt me again and that I didn't have the streng...more

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She stood on the ledge of his smile and looked over the edge.

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What was a kiss without a kiss?" It was a tablecloth tugged from beneath a party service, everything jumbled against everything else in just a few cha...more

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Scent is the strongest tie to memory.

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Many, many readers have written asking me wistfully about the nature of Sam and Grace's relationship, and I can assure you, that sort is absolutely re...more

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I didn’t know how I could live with that knowledge, without it eating me up, without it poisoning every happy memory I had of growing up. Without it r...more

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I knew he wouldn't come, but I howled anyway, and when I did, the other wolves would pass images of him to me of what he looked like: lithe, gray, yel...more

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There is no better taste than this: someone else's laughter in your mouth.

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Please kiss that girl a million times.

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I hated this. I hated knowing what I wanted and knowing what was right and knowing that they weren't the same thing.

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It was her eyes and my eyes and I felt a surging sensation of rightness, of saying the right thing at the right time to the right person.