It is possible to be in love with you just because of who you are.

This is Rilke. I wish I had written it for you.

I like to hear from my readers, and I like to feel like I'm part of a bigger community of readers and writers.

In that moment, Blue was a little in love with all of them. Their magic. Their quest. Their awfulness and strangeness. Her raven boys.

you wanted saving didn't you?

That's a depressing and practical thought," Sam said. "I'd rather it was something magical.

I knew he wouldn't come, but I howled anyway, and when I did, the other wolves would pass images of him to me of what he looked like: lithe, gray, yellow-eyed. I would pass back images of my own, of a wolf on the edge of the woods, silent and cautious, watching me. The images, clear as the slender-leaved trees in front of me, made finding him seem urgent, but I didn't know how to begin to look.