Grace: The idea was immediately unbearable, only because I wanted it to be true so badly it hurt

It was a life I didn’t want to leave behind.It was a life I didn’t want to forget.

My wolf was a cute guy and he was holding my hand. I could die happy.

I remembered the pain as clearly as if I were shifting — the pain of loss. I felt the agony of the single moment that I lost myself. Lost what made me Sam. The part of me that could remember Grace's name.

The dog pranced delightedly around his feet as if he'd been gone to another planet instead of merely underneath a car.

Listen to you sounding all badass. I bet you're just listening to a CD called 'The Sounds of Crime' while you cruise for chicks outside the Old Navy in your Camaro.

Tell me what it's like. The race." "What it's like is a battle. A mess of horses and men and blood. The fastest and strongest of what is left from two weeks of preparation on the sand. It's the surf in your face, the deadly magic of November on your skin, the Scorpio drums in the place of your heartbeat. It's speed, if you're lucky. It's life and it's death or it's both, and there's nothing like it.