Eventually she came. She appeared suddenly, exactly like she'd done that day- she stepped into the sunshine, she jumped, she laughed and threw her head back, so her long ponytail nearly grazed the waistband of her jeans. After that, I couldn't think about anything else. The mole on the inside of her right elbow, like a dark blot of ink. The way she ripped her nails to shreds when she was nervous. Her eyes, deep as a promise. Her stomach, pale and soft and gorgeous, and the tiny dark cavity of her belly button. I nearly went crazy.

That is the rule of the Wilds: You must be bigger and stronger and tougher. You must hurt or be hurt.

Love is a kind of possession. It’s a poison.

So are you going to be my knight in shining armor or what?' Kent does a little bow. 'You know I can't resist a damsel in distress.

What glitters may not be gold; and even wolves may smile; and fools will be led by promises to their deaths.

The deadliest of all deadly things: It kills you both when you have it and when you don’t.

His eyes are the color of honey. These are the eyes I remember from my dreams.