Right now, it's hard to imagine that it is raining anywhere in the world.

Many, many readers have written asking me wistfully about the nature of Sam and Grace's relationship, and I can assure you, that sort is absolutely real. Mutual, respectful, enduring love is completely attainable as long as you swear you won't settle for less.

I could still smell her on my fur. It clung to me, a memory of another world.I was drunk with it, with the scent of her. I'd got too close.The smell of summer on her skin, the half-recalled cadence of her voice, the sensation of her fingers on my fur. Every bit of me sang with the memory of her closeness.Too close.I couldn't stay away.

What are you wishing for?' Grace interrupted. 'To kiss you,' I said to her.

The world needs more love at first sight.

It was just that there was something newly powerful about this assembled family in the car. They were all growing up and into each other like trees striving together for the sun.

I didn’t know how I could live with that knowledge, without it eating me up, without it poisoning every happy memory I had of growing up. Without it ruining everything Beck and I had.I didn’t understand how someone could be both God and the devil. How the same person could destroy you and save you. When everything I was, good and bad, was knotted with threads of his making, how was I supposed to know whether to love or hate him?

You're like a song I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew untill I heard it again

I'm not afraid of you," she said.She didn't look afraid of me. She looked beautiful, moonlit, tempting, smelling of peppermint and soap and skin. I'd spent eleven years watching the rest of my pack become animals, pushing down my instincts, controlling myself, fighting to stay human, fighting to do the right thing.As if reading my thoughts, she said, "Can you tell me it's only the wolf in you that wants to kiss me?"All of me wanted to kiss her hard enough to make me disappear.