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.
Maggie StiefvaterI don't think I'd like to argue with you," I say. "I think it would be a very dissatisfying pastime.
Maggie StiefvaterThe only thing was, she didn't really want to see the future. What she wanted was to see something no one else could see or would see, and maybe that was asking for more magic that was in the world.
Maggie StiefvaterYou look like a puppy. Like I'm jingling my keys and you're jumping by the door waiting for your walk" "Woof.
Maggie StiefvaterI touched my lips to hers again, and this time, it was a very different sort of kiss. It was six yearsโ worth of kissing, her lips coming to life under mine, tasting of orange and of desire. Her fingers ran through my sideburns and into my hair before linking around my neck, alive and cool on my warm skin. I was wild and tame and pulled into shreds and crushed into being all at once. For once in my human life, my mind didnโt wander to compose a song lyric or store the moment for later reflection. For once in my life, I was here and nowhere else. -Sam
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