Death smells like birthday cake.

“I fell asleep to the scent of my wolf. Pine needles, cold rain, earthy perfume,…”

“There is nothing special about the mare, nothing at all. A fine enough head, go…”

“I like you better this way." For some reason, admitting this made her face go h…”

“The entire room was so yellow that it looked like the sun had thrown up on the …”