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

here we were again , always saying good-bye

I remembered standing in the middle of the street in front of The Crooked Bookshelf, filled with the certainty of a future. I had heard the wolves howling behind the house and remembered how glad I had been to be human.

I didn't know," I start truthfully, "that it was the hard way when I started on it.

I said uselessly, "Sam, don't go." Sam cupped my face in his hands and looked me in the eyes. His eyes were yellow, sad, wolf, mine. "These stay the same. Remember that when you look at me. Remember it's me. Please.

I remember lying in the snow, a small red spot of warm going cold, surrounded by wolves.

I'd always liked jogging because it was a place to think.