#wolf

The world won't end with a bang or a whimper. It'll end with the death screams of a thousand demons and a defiant, carefree, savage, wolfen howl. ↗

— Darren Shan

#destiny #destruction #werewolf #death

A faint smile that made every tiny hair on her body rise in quivering attention. "How fast can you run?" A wolf's question. ↗

— Nalini Singh

#sexy #wolf #sexy

Do either of you even play baseball? ↗

— Jeff Davis

#stiles #teen #werewolf #wolf #baseball

I'd known since girlhood that I wanted to be a book editor. By high school, I'd pore over the acknowledgments section of novels I loved, daydreaming that someday a brilliant talent might see me as the person who 'made her book possible' or 'enhanced every page with editorial wisdom and insight.' Could I be the Maxwell Perkins to some future Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Wolfe? ↗

— Bridie Clark

#dreams #editing #fitzgerald #hemingway #wolfe

By the time she yanked on her old jeans and a battered plaid flannel shirt, she felt almost normal. Calm, as she plugged in the coffee pot. But the nightmare was still very much on her mind, because it wasn’t a dream… It was a memory. ↗

— Dani Harper

#kenzie-macleod #paranormal-romance #shapeshifter #werewolf #dreams

Although only three legs would obey him, the white wolf began to run. Run, to outpace the agony that could rip and tear a human heart. Run, to outdistance the human grief that could not be borne. Run, to be as the moon, a swift white shape gleaming in the night. Run, to be a wolf and only a wolf. As he raced away into the welcoming arms of the night, James was only fleetingly aware that he had just buried his human self alongside Evelyn. And then he was aware of nothing. ↗

— Dani Harper

#james-macleod #paranormal-romance #shapeshifter #werewolf #dreams

What's that supposed to mean? A wolf's head on a stick. Big wolf barbecue tonight? Bring your own wolf? ↗

— Eoin Colfer

#bbq #humor #signs #wolf #wolves

A year ago,' I said, 'you wouldn’t have asked this of me.' 'A year ago,' he answered, 'you wouldn’t have hesitated to drink.' I crossed to the desk and tossed it down. ↗

— Charlaine Harris

#sookie-stackhouse #urban-fantasy #vampire #werewolf #family

Listening over and over to the voices through a family of instruments allowed us to recognize and appreciate the dignity and uniqueness of each living thing in the meadow and forest. ↗

— Terry Tempest Williams

#listening #music #peter-the-wolf #story #voice

The odor of burning sulphur shifted on the night air, acrid, a little foul. Somewhere, the Canaan dwellers had learned of a supplier of castor - an extract from the beaver's perineal glands. Little packets containing the brown-orange mass of dried animal matter arrived from Detroit at the Post Office's "general delivery." At home, by the kerosene light, the recipients unwrapped the packets. A poor relative sometimes would be given some of the fibrous gland, bitter and smelling slightly like strong human sweat, and the rest would go into a Mason jar. Each night, as prescribed by old Burrifous through his oracle, Ronnie, a litt1e would be mixed with clear spring water. And as it gave the water a creamy, rusty look, the owner would sigh with awe and fear. The creature, wolf or man, became more real through the very specific which was to vanquish him. ↗

— Leslie H. Whitten Jr.

#superstition #werewolf #home