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“An elk mother, cornered, will slash with her hooves and tear with her mouth and even offer the hope of her own hamstrings, and if none of that works, she'll rise again years and years later, because it's never over, it's always just beginning again.”
― Stephen Graham Jones, The Only Good Indians

“Elk have not been seen in Switzerland for many a year. In the interests of scientific accuracy, please strike the idea of elk from your mind. If you must, think of ibexes instead, a fierce and agile type of goat with great spiraling horns. Marmots will also do in a pinch, but under no circumstances should you think of elk. No. Elk. The elkless among you may now proceed.”
― Maryrose Wood, The Unseen Guest

“The elk that you glimpse in the summer, those at the forest edge, are survivors of winter, only the strongest. You see one just before dusk that summer, standing at the perimeter of the meadow so it can step back to the forest and vanish. You can't help imagining the still, frozen nights behind it, so cold that the slightest motion is monumental. I have found their bodies, half drifted over in snow, no sign of animal attack or injury. Just toppled over one night with ice working into their lungs. You wouldn't want to stand outside for more than a few minutes in that kind of weather. If you lived through only one of those winters the way this elk has, you would write books about it. You would become a shaman. You would be forever changed. That elk from the winter stands there on the summer evening, watching from beside the forest. It keeps its story to itself.”
― Craig Childs, The Animal Dialogues: Uncommon Encounters in the Wild

“Elk were mating now - The males were fighting, and they had to chase the females, which depleted the fat that both sexes had accumulated over the summer and thereby diminished their chances of surviving the winter. "It would be better for the elk," Dave said as we prepared dinner, "if the females just gave it up."

All three women stared at him. A silence ensued. Dave said, "Or I could be wrong.”
― Tim Cahill, Lost in My Own Backyard: A Walk in Yellowstone National Park

“Besides the amorous elk? No.”
― Leslea Wahl, The Perfect Blindside

“Maybe you should take some lessons from the forest crooner,' he suggests.”
― Leslea Wahl, The Perfect Blindside

“It is easier to trick with charm than with aggression.”
― Nick Lake, There Will Be Lies

“When he would steal a kiss from her, it always took her breath away. No one kissed like Rick. No other man was able to make her lose all conception of time when he kissed her.

That was not all. Rick was fun to work with and made her laugh. As a partner, he had talents that she desperately needed in her business. He was a cunning and crafty man, and his talents helped in solving many cases.”
― Linda Weaver Clarke, The Mysterious Doll

“Amelia laughed and then teased him with a kiss on the cheek.
He shook his head. "Nah! Not good enough."
Knowing what he really wanted, she kissed him lightly on the lips.
Rick smiled. "Now that's more like it."
Without hesitation, he pulled her into his arms and pressed his lips to hers, giving her a kiss to remember... a kiss that took her breath away... a kiss that made her lips tingle. As his hands did their magic, caressing her back with tenderness, Amelia sighed.
When he finally released her lips, Rick tenderly cradled her face in his hands and said, "Now that's what I call the perfect thank you." He kissed her sweet lips again. "Just remember that next time."
Amelia blinked and said breathlessly, "I'll try to remember that.”
― Linda Weaver Clarke, The Mysterious Doll

“Rick gave a mischievous grin.
"We're going to add a few things to that bucket list of yours, Amelia. You're going to have a snowball fight, make a snow angel, and go sleigh riding.”
― Linda Weaver Clarke, The Mysterious Doll

“The daily thunderstorms had stopped, and without the storms, the elk stopped sheltering in the dense forest. They went up the slopes, and we followed them. We had to leave the lake behind, but it was fine because I had my family, and family was more important than fish.”
― Teng Rong , Brilliant White Peaks

“A great elk lay dead on the long worktable in the centre of the dark space, the arrow through its throat illumined by the watery light leaking through the small windows. Blood pooled on the grey stone floor, its drip the only sound.

The only sound as Tamlin sat in a chair before it. Staring at the felled beast.

'Your dinner is leaking,' I told him by way of greeting, nodding toward the mess gathering on the floor.

No reply. The High Lord of Spring didn't so much as up at me.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“The man loves the industry, but when he sings, it鈥檚 like an elk in mating season. Not even the punk rock kids can like that.”
― Grace McGinty, The Daymakers