Tracey Simpson

“Later, much, much later, I would think about that moment. The first time we’d held hands. The first time we touched of our own choice. His hand was bigger than mine, his fingers thick and blunt. His skin was darker and warm. The bones felt brittle, and I knew of the blood that thrummed just underneath. My father had made sure of it. I belonged to it, to the Bennetts, because of what was in my own blood. But I was only eleven years old. I didn’t understand then what it meant. He did, though. Which was why he inhaled sharply when I took his hand in mine, why out of the corner of my eye I saw the flash of orange in the dark underneath the hood of the car. He growled a little, deep in his chest, and I swore in that moment the raven took flight. I— “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I dropped his hand, startled at the angry voice coming from behind us.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong: Green Creek Book 2

“I didn’t do much of anything. We all had monsters in our dreams. Some of us had just lived with them longer.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong: Green Creek Book 2

“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. I am going to be a fucking Alpha one day, and there is no one I’d rather have by my side”
― T.J. Klune, Wolfsong

“We breathed. “This isn’t—I can’t . . .” “No,” he whispered. “I don’t suppose you can.” “Mark,” I choked out, struggling for something, anything to say. “I’m coming—we’re coming back. Okay? We’re—” “Is that a promise?” “Yes.” “I don’t believe your promises anymore,” he said. “I haven’t for a very long time. Watch yourself, Gordo. Take care of my nephews.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong: Green Creek Book 2