I started down but Sam caught my arm and knelt down himself to look. "For crying out loud," he said. "It's a racoon." "Poor thing," I said. "It could be a rabid baby-killer," Cole told me primly. "Shut up," Sam said pleasantly.

I'm trying to make you think I'm a decent person. Telling you I saw you naked while I was another species does not help my case

If you never saw the stars, candles were enough.

It was about falling asleep with Sam's chest pressed against my back so I could feel his heart slow to match mine. It was about growing up and realizing that the feel of his arms around me, the smell of him when he was sleeping, the sound of his breathing -- that was home and everything I wanted at the end of the day. It wasn't the same as being with him and we were awake.

...the sound of our lack of conversation amplified by the echo of our footsteps on the stone around us.

She wasn't interested in telling other people's futures. She was interested in going out and finding her own.

He is slow, and the sea sings to us both, but he returns to me.