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“Grief never goes away. It just changes. At first it's like molten-hot lava dripping from your heart and hollowing you from the inside. Over time, it settles into your bones, your skin, so that you live with it, walk with it every day. Grief isn't the footprints in the snow. It's the empty spaces between.”
― The Wolves of Winter
― The Wolves of Winter
“Arrows are like snow or sorrow or secrets--they seem small and light, but their weight adds up.”
― The Wolves of Winter
― The Wolves of Winter
“I’d read, listen to music, or just sit there and watch the leaves spinning in the wind. Needed to be away from everyone, everything. That’s what hunting became for me. I liked being on my own. The quiet of it, the stillness of the snow, the familiar spruce, fir, and pine trees, the challenge of the hills, finding footprints of large and small game. All of it a world I understood and one that didn’t need to understand me.”
― The Wolves of Winter
― The Wolves of Winter
“Grief never goes away. It just changes. At first it’s like molten-hot lava dripping from your heart and hollowing you from the inside. Over time, it settles into your bones, your skin, so that you live with it, walk with it every day. Grief isn’t the footprints in the snow. It’s the empty space between.”
― The Wolves of Winter
― The Wolves of Winter
“What do you think happens when you die?” “I don’t know,” I said. “Nothing, I guess.” A vast and endless nothingness. I wasn’t entirely sure I really believed that. I didn’t think I’d sprout wings and a harp and float into the clouds, either, but everything I felt, all that emotion, the good and the bad, couldn’t just cease to exist. I felt too much—my feelings were too tangible to not be eternal.”
― The Lost Kings
― The Lost Kings
“Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to las him the rest of his days.”
― The Lost Kings
― The Lost Kings


