His wife's a brand of Christian that forbids a gathering that involves young women dancing in the streets but not races where men die

I was losing sight of the wolf ahead of me; the one inside me seemed closer all of a sudden.

How long?" His smile was amazingly sweet. "The longest." For ever?" Sam's lips smiled, but above his grin, his yellow eyes turned sad, as if he knew it was a lie. "Longer.

I have a certain avoidance of reality that makes fantasy an ideal choice for me.

I didn't want normal until I didn't have it anymore

Don't give me that look. I'm not trying to find out who you are. I don't care who you are. I just want to know why it is you are the way you are.

I whisper like the sea in the horse's ear.