Vii

“A werewolf is courting me with a dead rabbit. There's nothing subtle here."
"Couldn't have been flowers," she muttered as she slid on her rubber boots by the door.
"He gave you flowers," I reminded her as she stepped down the porch.
"I meant for you," she said. She bent over and grabbed the rabbit by the ears, pulling it up off the ground. It came up with a low crackle, grass stuck to the underside. "Courting. I swear."
"Why are you touching it?" I said, sounding horrified.
"We can't leave it here," she said. "He'll be offended."
"I'll be honest. I'm already offended.”
― T.J. Klune, Wolfsong

“Those with Spanish blood, who have the fairest complexions in the land, are the wealthiest.” Esperanza”
― Pam Muñoz Ryan, Esperanza Rising

“Carter said, “You drenched yourself in the worst-smelling thing you could find so you could cover up the smell of your boner.” “Stop saying boner!” He waggled his eyebrows at me. I glared at him. He said, “It’s about time.” And so I said, “What?” He squinted at me. “You and Joe.” “What about me and Joe?” “Seriously. That’s what you’re going with.” It was either that or have a panic attack. “Yes,” I said. “That’s what I’m going with.” “It’s okay,” he said. “You’re allowed to have a boner for my seventeen-year-old brother.” I”
― T.J. Klune, Wolfsong

“There's a choice. There's always a choice. My wolf chose you. I chose you. And if you don't choose me, then that's your choice and I will walk out of here knowing you got to choose your own path. But I swear to god, if you choose me, I will make sure that you know the weight of your worth every day for the rest of our lives because that's what this is.”
― T.J. Klune, Wolfsong