#wolves

Wake me up Wake me up, you said But I was sleeping, too I was dreaming But now I"m waking up Still waking up I can see the sun ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#wake-up #wolves-of-mercy-falls #dreams

Everyone knew there were wolves in the mountains, but they seldom came near the village-the modern wolves were the offspring of ancestors that had survived because they had learned that human meat had sharp edges. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#learning #weaponry #wolves #equality

Never talk to them when they’re human, or they’ll trick you. You’ll get confused and sympathetic. That was what his mom always said. She was probably right. Last time he talked to a werewolf, he ended up dating her. ↗

— S.M. Reine

#werewolves #dating

Get the Girl," he demanded. "She knows too much!" Dammit. Why did people keep presuming that, and if it was true, why the hell couldn't my GPA reflect the fact? ↗

— Shannon Delany

#werewolves #life

A fucked-up family's a fucked-up family, whether or not werewolves are involved. ↗

— Carrie Vaughn

#werewolves #family

Are you scared of going in to see the raghnaid [the council]?” asked a gray female pup. “Are you cag mag [crazy]? If a bear was his Milk Giver, you think he’s scared of the raghnaid? ↗

— Kathryn Lasky

#funny #motherhood #wolves #funny

I'm some sort of guinea pig in a home economics crash course for werewolves. ↗

— Kat Kruger

#werewolves #home

Etiquette was so confounding in this country. Still, looking at Mirabella-her fists balled together like small, white porcupines, her brows knitted in animal confusion-I felt a throb of compassion. How can people live like they do? I wondered. Then I congragulated myself. This was a Stage 3 thought. ↗

— Karen Russell

#karen-russell #st-lucys-home #home

Could we betray our parents by going back to them? ↗

— Karen Russell

#karen-russell #st-lucys-home #home

She was still loping around on all fours, her fists blue-white from the strain. As if she were holding a secret tight to the ground. Sister Maria de la Guardia would sigh every time she saw her. "Caramba!" She'd sit down with Mirabella and pry her fingers apart. "You see?" she'd say softly, again and again. "What are you holding on to? Nothing, little one. Nothing. ↗

— Karen Russell

#karen-russell #st-lucys-home #home