Find Me Their Bones (Bring Me Their Hearts, #2)

by Sara Wolf

“Make sure not to get eaten before then,” I call to Yorl. “Make sure not to eat anyone before then,” he deadpans back.

how courageous can a mouse be, when it faces a wolf tearing mice apart? The hunger sneers. and yet there you stand, foolishly, still thinking a mouse and a wolf could ever be friends…

Gods, jealousy is a terrible beast that makes clever people so dull.

“Here’s a tip from me to you,” I say. “It’s polite to tell someone you’re going to kill them beforehand.” “I’ll keep that in mind.” He holds out another vial. I stare at it in his paw, then at him. He clears his throat. “This is going to kill you.”

I’ve learned, Your Highness, that it is easier to hate than it is to love.

What kind of person kisses someone who’s lied to them and murdered people in front of their very eyes? What about me is so worth ignoring these things?

“That life is not worth living.” His voice is hard. “If it’s not with you.”