Ravensong Quotes

“Wherever you are, that’s where my home is.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong

“You could have become the villain, Gordo. And it would have been within your rights. Instead you just chose to be an asshole.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong

“Do you see the mark on his neck?” I asked her. She nodded tightly. “The raven.” “Do you know what that means?” “Yes.” “Then you know I would do anything for him.” “Would you?” she asked. “Why now? Why after all this time?” “Because if this is the end,” I said as honestly as I could, “he needed to know that I never stopped loving him.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong

“You know,” Carter said, “this is the point in horror movies where I usually shout at the screen for the people to not go inside the house.”
“You’re a werewolf,” I muttered. “You’re the one that’s usually waiting for the people inside the house.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong

“Why?” he cried. “Why the hell are you doing this? Why do you even care? Is it guilt? Is this your way of getting back at me? Do you really hate me that much? Why the hell are you doing this, Gordo? Now, after all this time, why are you doing this?” “It’s because I’m scared,” I said, voice breaking. “I love you, and I’m so scared I’m going to lose you.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong

“Hey! I’ve been shot. You’re supposed to be nice to me.”
“You were grazed. And then let women carry you back.”
“That’s because I’m a feminist.”
Jessie sighed.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong

“And what’s that about?” he asked, nodding toward the wolf that now had the collar of Carter’s coat between its teeth and was trying to drag him away. It wasn’t going so well for the timber wolf, seeing as Kelly had burst out of the bar with an impressive battle cry, grabbed his brother’s leg, and was pulling him in the opposite direction.
“I couldn’t even begin to tell you.”
“Kelly!” Carter shouted. “Save me!”
“I am,” Kelly yelled back.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong

“We’re here now because we chose each other. In the end, it’s always been about choice.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong

“He softened, and it felt green. “I’ll be your hands.” “And I’ll be your sanity.” He leaned forward then. He kissed me. In our room, as cool winter sunlight filtered in through the window. It was sweet and warm, and I’d never wanted anything more.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong

“Then Rico said, “Okay, like. No offense, papi. You know I love you. Bros for life, and all that. But did you go a little nuts in your head from the mystical moon magic? Because it seems like you went a little nuts in your head from the mystical moon magic.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong

“I wanted to kill him.
I wanted to fuck him.
I wanted him to tear me apart.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong

“But sometimes things happen that we don’t expect. Like finding a boy with magic in his skin who is everything.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong

“Ox is… light. Like the sun. Richard felt like an eclipse.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong

“But the funny thing about hate is the razor-thin line that separates it from something else entirely.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong

“Mark was watching me. “What?” I asked, still chuckling. He shook his head slowly. “Uh—nothing. I just—it’s nice. Hearing you. Like this. I like it. When you laugh.” Then he blushed furiously and looked away.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong

“MARK REFUSED to leave my side. On the nights when I couldn’t stand the sight of another person, he would stay outside my door. Sometimes I would let him in. He would motion for me to turn around, facing away from him. I did. On those nights, the hard ones, I would hear the rustle of clothes being discarded. The snap and groan of muscle and bone. He would nuzzle my hand when I could turn back around. I would climb into bed, and he would jump up beside me, the bedframe groaning under the combined weight. He would curl around me, my head under his chin, his tail covering my legs. Those were the nights I slept the best.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong

“It’s a nice dick,” Bambi said. “Oh my god, would you please not stare at my alfa’s junk?” “He’s pretty good with it too,” Jessie said. Joe growled at both of them as he followed his mate. Bambi laughed as Jessie flipped him off.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong

“Roses surrounded the raven, thorns wrapping around its talons. Runes and archaic symbols stretched along my forearms: Romanian, Sumerian, Gaelic. An amalgamation of all those who had come before me. Marks of alchemy, of fire and water, of silver and wind. They had been carved into me by my father over a period of years, the raven being the last. All except for the one on my chest above my heart. That’d been mine. My choice. It wasn’t magic, but it’d been for me.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong

“He still insisted I smelled like dirt and leaves and rain.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong

“The smile returned. "Your threats don't sound so bad now that I know you've got my wolf tattooed on your chest."
"Bite me," I snapped, stalking off after the Alphas.
Mark chuckled behind me. "Oh, I will."
Fucking werewolves.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong

“We’re going out and getting drunk. I’m tired of being sixteen years old and never having gotten intoxicated. It’s like I’m doing nothing with my life.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong

“Chris pulled a small notepad from a pocket lining the inside of his jacket. He opened it, putting it on the table before him. He frowned, patting his outside pockets, before pulling out a stubby pencil that looked like it’d been gnawed on repeatedly. “Okay,” he said, opening the notepad to a fresh sheet of paper. “The meeting to get Gordo laid can now commence.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong

“I have things to say to you, Gordo. So many things. Things you might not be ready to hear. But I will mean every word of them. If it gets to the point where I start to go feral—”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong

“Once, the moon had loved the sun.
Once, there was a boy.
Once, there was a wolf.
He had sat with his back against a tree.
His bare feet were in the grass.
The boy leaned forward and kissed the wolf.
And knew then that nothing would ever be the same.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong

“The song of the Alpha was a tremendous thing, and no one sang it like Oxnard Matheson.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong

“We’re going after her, aren’t we? Eventually.” He wasn’t talking about Elijah. “Yeah. We are. You going to be okay with that?” He didn’t hesitate. “This is my home. This is my pack. I’ll do whatever it takes.” I reached up and squeezed the back of his neck. “We’re lucky to have you, Robbie. Even if you insist on wearing those fucking glasses.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong

“I will,” he said. “I promise. Ox, or Joe, or Gordo. One of them will find a way. I know it. But it’s… it’s already taking you away from me. But if Ox can still be my Alpha, even if I’m an Omega, then we have to take that chance. Because if he’s still my Alpha and he’s yours too, that means we’re still connected, even if I can’t feel it anymore. You’ll still be a part of me. And I have to believe that will be enough to bring me home.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong

“The funny thing about hate is the razor-thin line that separates it from something else entirely.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong

“I sit here, day after day, waiting for release. Waiting for death. Because I know when my heart no longer beats, my beloved will be waiting for me”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong

“In a minute," Ox said, and I'd never heard him speak so coldly, "there's going to be yelling. Probably some screaming. Things are going to get confusing. Blood will be spilled. I want you to remember something for me when that happens. All I wanted to know was your names.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong