Can I ask you a question?" "You already have." He paused, considering. "Can I ask you two questions, then?" "You already have.

It was a sort of ferocious, quiet beauty, the sort that wouldn't let you admire it. The sort of beauty that always hurt.

I'll cook the water.

I saw myself as an outsider as a teen. I was home-schooled and got my G.E.D. when I was 16; I wasn't interested in high school at all and figured that college might be more entertaining.

Boys,' she says, 'just aren't very good at being afraid.

When he kissed me, his lips soft and careful, it was all the thrill of our first kiss and all the practiced familiarity of the accumulated memory of all our kisses.

This is the story of a boy who used to be a wolf, and a girl who became one