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“Hyacinth. Please forgive me.”
― Vanessa Diffenbaugh, The Language of Flowers

“Nelly, nunca tens sonhos esquisitos? - perguntou, após uns momentos de reflexão.
- Tenho, às vezes.
- Também eu. Sonhos que me ficaram gravados na memória e modificaram as minhas ideias; percorreram-me toda, como o vinho através da água, e alteraram-me a cor dos pensamentos.”
― Emily Brontë

“I'm so stupid," I tell her, tears streaming down my face now, blocking my vision.
"You're not stupid. You're just an emotional vampire.”
― Lily Paradis, Volition

“I still look up sometimes when I cross the front of the house, expecting to see her.”
― Vanessa Diffenbaugh, The Language of Flowers

“He gestured at me. “Do you like the blanket?â€�

I nodded. “It’s warm.�

“I made it. Well, actually, I didn’t skin the animal, but I did kill it�.after the others pinned it down. It’s werewolf skin.�

My heart faltered; I gripped at a wad of black fur.

“I slayed the beast for you, Catherine. I used your sword. It was your grandmother’s idea actually, a wedding present. You mentioned how chilly you get.�

“You didn’t slay a werewolf,� I breathed before repeating the words louder. “You did not slay a werewolf, Thaddeus.�

“Oh, but I did. I took a band of huntsman with me and we tracked one down. A smaller one, mind you, not far from the front gate…�

“You did not!� I contended more strongly. Why would one wolf have separated from the pack? Why outside our walls?

“Yes, Catherine, I did,� he insisted.

I shook my head disbelieving. “You’re not capable—�

“I am so.�

I wanted to cry. I wanted to protest, but to do so meant giving away my knowledge of the truth. Without knowing what else to do or say I changed the subject.

“The fire’s gone out.�

Thaddeus turned his head to check. “You’re right. I’ll see to it.�

He fed the barrel stove until a healthy blaze was roaring. Finding me no longer a decent conversationalist, Thaddeus left with a promise to return soon with food and water. Unobserved, I gathered up the fur hide of a lost soul and curled into a ball, hugging it close to my chest.

I cried silent tears and mourned for this unknown werewolf for days.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, The Tarishe Curse

“When you run, run to me”
― Catherine Anderson