282 Quotes About Wolves

Nigel half-smiled. How Stella's eyes sparkled in the firelight!"I heard you play the violin very well.""I play a few tunes."Stella Chapman's voice tailed off, her red hair fell forward, screening her face."And you?" Billy said, diverting attention to the sandy-haired questioner. "What do you plan to do with the rest of your life?"Nigel went quiet."Anything, I guess." He threw out his arms, his palms facing upward. How would they understand? Only he had lived his life.

You know telling someone not to worry is like telling the sun not to shine, don’t you?” she prodded. “It’s just going to keep shining anyway, because that’s what it does.

Nervous? He grinned. “A little. I have my virtue to consider.” She gave a little wiggle.

Dragon females were the deadliest warriors, after all.

She turned to face him and suddenly he was all up in her space, his lips crushing hers. Just like that, another rush of heat spread through her, scorching and all-consuming. Groaning, he pulled back. “I’m sorry ---“ Keva grabbed his shirt, pulling him right back to her. Hell no. If he was going to start something, she was going to finish it.

She was starting to like this dragon… way too much.

Wolves don't perform in a circus, and people with a mind of their own, don't perform in a circus either.

In the black eye sockets of the dead, and over the thousands of molehills spread throughout the plains, the snow fell noiselessly. Only the bandy-legged wolf, wandering over my footprints among the crosses on the graves, did not leap over the cemetery walls, on this long night.

Wolves, and stars, and snow: Those things made sense.