You dont know how hard it was for me to take you and leave them alive.

So what are you going to tell her?" "A little help?" I pleaded. "What does she want to know?" He shook his head, grinning wickedly. "That's not fair." "No, you not sharing what you know-now that's not fair.

I, the soul called Wanderer, love you, human Ian. And that will never change, no matter what I might become.

I feel like reading really defined me as a writer because I lived my life outside of my own body for so much of my life and I loved it. I've always been a reader. I think living all those stories served me to naturally take that next step to creating.

For almost ninety years I’ve walked among my kind, and yours… all the time thinking I was complete in myself, not realizing what I was seeking. And not finding anything, because you weren’t alive yet.

and the smile I'd been waiting for stretched across his face like the sun breaking free of the clouds.

I was much more upset by the situation with Jacob than by the possibility of being eaten by a bear.