He lifted his eyes to the girl. She looked afraid. She always looked afraid, these days. The world was a scary place. She said: "Take me with you." He woke up.

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

As the hours crept by, the afternoon sunlight bleached all the books on the shelves to pale, gilded versions of themselves and warmed the paper and ink inside the covers so that the smell of unread words hung in the air.

There was no other sound in the world like a car crash.

I am an introvert. I should get that out there now.

Did no one tell him that pain lives in this sand, dug in and watered with our blood?

look, getting bitten doesn't make you into a monster. It just makes you a wolf. You are what you are. When you're a wolf, or when you're shifting, you don't have human inhibitions, so if you're naturally angry or violent, you get worse.