Mum once told Dad that vices are only vices when looked at through the frame of society.

I’m not looking for self-control.

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

They're saying that you and Sean Kendrick were burning up the cliffs." Tommy spins me again and grins at me. "And when I say you and Sean Kendrick, I mean you and Sean Kendrick. And by burning, I mean burning.

Don't panic. Are you sitting? You probably don't need to sit. Well, possibly. At least lean on something.

Mutual, respectful, enduring love is completely attainable as long as you swear you won't settle for less.

My wolf was a cute guy and he was holding my hand. I could die happy.