My mouth opened.
It happened.
Yes, with my head thrown into the sky, I started howling.
Arms stretched out next to me, I howled, and everything came out of me. Visions pored up my throat and past voices surrounded me. The sky listened. The city didn't. I didn't care. All I cared about was that I was howling so that I could hear my voice and so I would remember that the boy had intensity and something to offer. I howled, oh, so loud and desperate, telling a world that I was here and I wouldn't lie down.

Markus Zusak

Mots clés sky remember visions intensity desperate city care voices loud throat howling i-wouldn-t-lie-down something-to-offer

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Come with me to howling tree?"
"What?"
"Howling tree. It's a place a found. Come on

Debbie Moon

Mots clés secret tree howling wolfblood

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