Avoiding a bathtub because your parents tried to kill you in one isn't the same as avoiding your entire life by becoming a wolf.

I don't trust the ocean, either; it would kill me as soon as not. It doesn't mean I'm afraid of it.

I think that’s a mercy of this island, actually, that it won’t give us our terrible memories for long, but let us keep the good ones for as long as we want them.

Sean takes my ponytail in his hand, his fingers touching my neck, and then he tucks my hair into my collar out of the reach of the wind. He avoids my gaze. Then he links his arm back around me and pushes his calf into Corr's side.

I sense that his drowning but I don't have any idea of how to start to put my hand into the water and save him.

right in this moment, I can´t even remember what unhappy feels like.

I’ve been dead for seven years, that’s as warm as they get.