wolf

Oh. Sure. It makes perfect sense. Zane is a wolf because his father is an eagle.

A wolf is clever-clever-clever, and they are as faithful as a debt unpaid.

And Esme remembered in a rush--the wolfsong, the haunting, lyrical spirals of it in the dawn quiet and the feeling of euphoria that had attended it. Even in recollection the howling uplifted her like the crescendo at the end of a symphony and made her heartbeat quicken.

Wolf," she said. "Married is wonderful, married is lovely. But I loved you before that, and you were mine before that. Only you for me__nly me for you. That's how it was before our marriage." The smile fell away and left her pale and determined. "That's how it was when I found you in that pit trap all those years ago__ knew as soon as I first saw your eyes. But then, I've known all my life what love is. It took you, who had nothing to compare it to, rather longer to figure out, to understand what is between us. But even when you did not understand or recognize it__t was always love.

The forest talks but a good hunter only hears it by learning its language.

No animal could change the character of the land as the presence of the wolf had that day.

Civilization is only possible for deeply unpleasant animals. It is only an ape that can be truly civilized.

In the end, it is our defiance that redeems us. If wolves had a religion _ if there was a religion of the wolf _ that it is what it would tell us.

In a world full of lions and tigers entertaining the masses, have you ever seen a wolf performing in a circus?

God himself had sent me away. I was truly now among the damned.

My life was going exactly where I wanted it to until the Devil showed up.

The black of the ocean waves was the color of the sorrow in my breast, a sorrow that was never far away and always visible.

I did not choose to be a monster__ shell of a man__alf-human, half-fiend. I am a tiefling. I am what I am.

Iona stared at me for a long time. __ou are going to leave me a widow before I have a chance to become a bride.

I was once a man, not a great man, not a saintly man, but a good man, and a man nonetheless.

Then it kissed me__ot as a man would kiss a lover, not with tenderness or even passion. This was a kiss that stole the soul of men. Revulsion at this creature__ kiss was instantly replaced by the warmth stealing through my veins, as if my missing blood were being replenished and contrived to heal me. I craved to keep kissing the beast. My entire being awakened to that kiss feeding me ecstasy, feeding me life.

But you're the only one, Scarlet. You'll always be the only one.

I believe that the wolf can change everything, if he just want to change.