#wolves

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

— Kat Kruger

#werewolves #home

Until she walked into my life I was simply a violin of rusted notes. In one night she rearranged the mess inside me, exposing the symphony was there all along it just needed a conductor to make my pulse compose to the harmonies of her celestial touch. Those notes are strung up neatly now, the five lines of the stave crammed with adulation, filling sheets, unleashing a sonata of adoration, drumming my heart and strumming my veins. ↗

— Poppet

#vampire-romance #life

I am an equation that only she solves, These X's and Y's by other names called, My way of division is desperatley flawed, while I multiply days without her. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#maggie-stiefvater #romance #wolves #love

The wounded were crying, and the rest were dying. Jack stood alone in a hallway of mangled men, who had been trained for this ↗

— Seth Tucker

#fighting #guns #monsters #werewolves #men

Lake breathed out a happy sigh as she approached the row filled with guns. "Matilda was my first, but ladies, you know how to make a girl want to stray. ↗

— Jennifer Lynn Barnes

#raised-by-wolves #guns

We have doomed the wolf not for what it is, but for what we deliberately and mistakenly perceive it to be –the mythologized epitome of a savage ruthless killer – which is, in reality, no more than a reflected image of ourself. ↗

— Farley Mowat

#wolves #mythology

Liberty for wolves is death to the lambs. ↗

— Isaiah Berlin

#lambs #liberty #wolves

She screamed, the high scream that was neither human nor animal but something terrible in between, the sort of sound that you never forget no matter how many beautiful things you hear afterward. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#werewolves #beauty

I could have warned her. If we were back home, and Mirabella had come under attack by territorial beavers or snow-blind bears, I would have warned her. But the truth is that by Stage 3 I wanted her gone. Mirabella's inability to adapt was taking a visible toll. Her teeth were ground down to nubbins; her hair was falling out. ... her ribs were poking through her uniform. Her bright eyes had dulled to a sour whiskey color. But you couldn't show Mirabella the slightest kindness anymore-she'd never leave you alone! ↗

— Karen Russell

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

Support Imagination. Read a book. ↗

— Robbi Sommers Bryant

#psychological-suspense #shape-shifters #shapeshifting #suspense #urban-fantasy