“It was the only lullaby she would ever sing, and it was sung in Hell.”
― Lips Touch: Three Times
― Lips Touch: Three Times
“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.”
― Lips Touch: Three Times
― Lips Touch: Three Times
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