He had held out shakily, like a tree that had been hacked down to its breaking point. But that kiss was the last swing, the final impact, and he gave in finally, felled.

— Sarah Blakley-Cartwright

Henry...your father was a brave man." He continued attacking the metal with a sledgehammer, brutally hacking at the anvil. She wasn't sure he had heard her. Then, he stopped short, the hammer hanging heavy in the air, the fire snapping in front of him." I was close enough to smell it," he seethed, not turning. "But I was afraid. I hid for

— Sarah Blakley-Cartwright

His face was glistening with cold. He was beautiful, the snow in his eyelashes like diamonds, the cool pink of his cheeks, the wet red of his lips. He was staggering toward her." I have to leave you." His breath came in uneven bursts. "You won't be safe with me." Whatever he was, he could not be bad. An amazing and terrible thought entered Valerie's mind, clearing away all others." Peter..." She stepped toward him, arms out. They gave in to each other, finally, their bodies fitting together. Her fingers warmed his cheek, and his arms slipped underneath her crimson cloak as her long blond hair blew around them. Enveloped in a shelter of white, standing out in black and red, were just the two of them. Nothing else anywhere. Valerie knew that she could never be apart from him, that she was what he was and that she would be his always. She didn't care if he was the Wolf or not. And if he was a Wolf, then she would be one, too. She made he choose and brought her lips to his.

— Sarah Blakley-Cartwright

His leaving had been like snipping off the end of a rope - leaving two unraveling strands.

— Sarah Blakley-Cartwright

Maybe Father August is right," Henry started thoughtfully, rising from a bench. "Maybe we should wait." From the back of the tavern, Peter stifled a burst of laughter. Henry gripped the edge of the table. Adrian turned to Henry with a withering glare." Maybe, my son," Adrian said quietly, "you should find your courage." Henry took a labored breath." You want to hunt the Wolf?" He narrowed his eyes, spurned. "All right, then. Let's hunt it.

— Sarah Blakley-Cartwright

Peter..." He straightened, his back to her like a wall. Then, slowly, he turned his face toward her and met her eyes. His gaze sliced through her like a knife. Before she could stop herself, she asked, "Do you remember—"He took a step toward her. She felt the hear flare up between them." How could I forget?

— Sarah Blakley-Cartwright

Peter," she began. He looked up at her, and she could see the pain in his eyes. "I love you," she said freely. With Peter, she was laid bare; he extracted her from herself. Peter didn't know what to say. HI's eyes glimmered, bright and burning. He only let her see them a moment before he turned away. He took a ragged breath." What were you doing with Rose anyway" she demanded, asking a lot of him. Peter darkened again. He turned his back to her, took a step farther into the alley, and said in a dead voice, "I don't have to like hero get what I want."" I don't believe you," Valerie said, reaching for his face, again. Peter pulled away from her. "You're lying.

— Sarah Blakley-Cartwright

She didn't want to be considered a woman yet, wasn't ready to be the recipient of jewelry from men.

— Sarah Blakley-Cartwright

Take it easy, friend," SIAD Peter, regaining his balance, quickly understanding the condition Henry w

— Sarah Blakley-Cartwright

Valerie, I love you so much. I wanted you to have a normal childhood—so I lived a double life. Hiding in plain sight. Living modestly.” He began to pace the room, the words tumbling out of him. “I tried to keep it up, but I’Veblen so disrespected. Even by my own wife. I couldn’t do it anymore. I’ve settled for far less than I deserved, and I just couldn’t do it anymore. Furthermore, I decided it was time to leave forth city.... For richer hunting grounds.” Cesare was snarling now, a scary, powerful force. Valerie felt herself being drawn to it.... She took a deep, steadying breath. It was not just fear that she felt. What she felt was so much more complex than that, something she couldn’t understand. “Then why didn’t you just go?”“Because I loved you girls, and I wanted you to come with me. To share the wealth.”“But you had to wait until the blood moon.

— Sarah Blakley-Cartwright