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It’s a raw muscular power, a rich sexual energy and the food tastes a whole lot better.
They may twitch in their dreams when they sleep but they sleep deep.
Driving forward, looking back, she finds there is only the loosest bond between time and pain some things don’t pass, the injuries don’t heal they merely find a place in our guts and in our bones where they fitfully rest, tossing and turning between our knuckles and ribs waiting to wake as the shadows grow long.
he knows that it’s impossible to tell a wolf from a man if he keeps his chin up and his teeth clean.
everything felt good but not everything felt right.
Dog or wolf? More like the one than the other but neither exactly. Standing on four legs in her fur, she is her own brand of beast. She could play in your yard, but you would not want to find her crossing your trail in the twilight. And were you cornered by her, eye to eye, you would see that there are still some watchful creatures whose essence lies unbound by words. There is still a wilderness.
it’s also true that it’s not easy to survive as a coyote when you’re all alone.
We are all china barely mended, clumsily glued together just waiting for the hot water and lemon to seep through our seams.
These creatures may be among the most superior predators in the world but in the end, as any toothless soul will tell you, it’s a dog’s life.
He quietly reaches out and holds her, kissing the bruises on her arms and shoulders. Like so much of the trouble in the world, it simply ends with exhaustion.
It’s like she only came into his world to show him how empty it would be without her.
The worst secrets are the ones that sit like spiders waiting to bite.
Words, the small weak things that come tumbling out of men.
In the car, the rap song has every other word beeped out as if the small words themselves were a dangerous thing, and not the ideas of violence and waste and ridiculous luxury that the songs clutch in their rough embrace.
Lark used to say the bullet we’re running from is almost never the one that hits us.
it’s like watching the earth being skinned raw every night at eleven.
The war is always waiting for us.
Those who escaped ran through the blackness of the night into the unknown their speed fueled by fear their fear fueled by the screams of those who didn’t escape.
What would you do to protect the love you have? Would you kill? Would you hunt to kill? Would you kill without mercy? And if you wouldn’t then how precious is your love?
“Jason…,” Lark says carefully, sending the electronic dot sliding across the electronic net, “…have you ever felt like you were somehow different?”
He could sense her quietly looking for the tender spot, the place where she could reach in and tear the heart out of the world.
You either trust or you distrust coincidence. It’s either small doses of magic pulling you to your appointed destiny or the devil trying to lead you down to the thorns.
Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle. PLATO
Knowing someone isn’t coming back doesn’t mean you ever stop waiting.
You’ve got to want help to get it, and all Anthony wants tonight is the ocean.
It’s not that he’s attracted to this girl, she seems otherworldly, a flower that belongs to no bouquet. But she has a constant small smile that has nothing to do with him, which he likes. Friendly but distant seems just about right.
You don’t fight for life, you fight for victory, two very different things.
“It’s not always the pack with the most dogs sometimes it’s the pack with the sharpest teeth.”
And you would be gone, all of you, the planet emptier and quiet, all your busy rushing silenced while my unquenchable fury screams on.
One maid said she moved ‘as if fire had flesh.’
It’s funny how, when love is drained from your heart, when only flesh and broken watch pieces lie left behind, even something as wonderful as magic fails to be interesting.
So now he is simply something more and nothing less.
There are two things that make the conscious world move, decision and desire.
Win or lose, all Lark wants to do is eat that expression off their faces.
Peabody learned long ago that holding on to anything too tight, even the truth, can drive you to places no one should see.