The boy had my wolf's eyes.
Cole," I said, "Don't lose this number.
He cared for languages dead long enough that they wouldn’t change on him.
I'd learned a long time ago that one of the finest weapons in my arsenal was my ability to invade personal space
I looked good when I sang the end.
What were you thinking about? When I came in?" "Being Sam," I said. "What a nice thing to be," Grace said. And then she smiled, bigger and bigger, until I felt my expression mirror hers, our noses touching.