She stands and moves within the invisible pentacle of her own virginity. She is an unbroken egg: she is a sealed vessel; she has inside her a magic space the entrance to which is shut tight with a plug of membrane; she is a closed system; she does not know how to shiver.
Sometimes a woman has experienced too much life to have any blush left in her cheeks, but the man who puts it there is someone not easily forgotten.
Wolves, and stars, and snow: Those things made sense.
The wolf sniffed beneath the door to be sure this was a human cottage. The scent was undeniable. No pigs, except in bacon form. The wolf thought bacon form was a very sensible way for pigs to behave.
Dastien ran his fingertips along my jawline “Je suis desole, mon amour.
The black wolf’s curse awakes every time that a full moon points in the middle of the sky.
You’re asking the cyborg fugitive and the wild animal to be the welcoming committee? That’s adorable.
itt was snowing as if you could hear wolves howling
The number of your antagonists are far more greater than that of your companions, so you have to keep a stone of awareness to mark the boundary line.
Sometimes your dearest friend whom you reveal most of your secrets to becomes so deadly and unfriendly without knowing that they were not really your friend.