“They took his soul over there, fuckers, and left me with the breathing carcass.”
“Your Soul is Immortal, But Your Carcass is Toast”- Drø the Finder –”
“He reached forward then took me in his arms, held me close for a moment, the breath of snow and ashes cold around us. Then he kissed me, released me, and I took a deep breath of cold air, harsh with the scent of burning.”
“Cole knew what the chemical smell on the cloth over his nose meant. He took one breath, and his last conscious thought was simple: Kyle.”
“He stepped forward, took a deep breath, and doubled over in a sneezing fit. My werewolf was allergic to tortoises. Why me?”
“And in the end, children; Art prevailed over the cruel, dumb-fuckers.”