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T.J. Klune
“I thought of a boy with eyes of ice telling me that he loved me, that he didn’t want to leave again but he had to, he had to, his Alpha was demanding it, and he would come back for me, Gordo, you have to believe I’ll come back for you. You are my mate, I love you, I love you, I love you. I couldn’t do this.”
T.J. Klune, Ravensong: Green Creek Book 2

T.J. Klune
“It should have been obvious. It should have been obvious what they were, but then I wasn’t looking for the incredible buried in the ordinary.”
T.J. Klune, Wolfsong

T.J. Klune
“I would do anything to make you happy because no one had ever smelled like you did. It was candy canes and pinecones. It was epic and awesome. And it was home. You smelled like my home, Ox.”
T.J. Klune, Wolfsong

T.J. Klune
“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

T.J. Klune
“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

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