You always knew after shitty things happened, who your friends really were.

Not everyone understands how you can spin two lassos at the same time, one of hope and one of grief.

Maybe mothers - consciously or subconsciously - repelled their daughters in different ways.

Things don't always look as they seem.

I think my writing has become "cleaner."

The real power of a wolf isn't in its fearsome jaws, which can clench with fifteen hundred pounds of pressure per square inch. The real power of a wolf is having that strength, and knowing when not to use it.

Unlike Elise, who could discover parts of a person they didn't even know were absent, you specialized in tangible, but that, I feared, was only a matter of time.