“Then she was alone- with only a wolf for companionship- waiting to tell the next girl what a folly it was to love him, to trust him.”

“nothing yet. I've been waiting.""for what?"she made no response. she could not tell him that she had been waiting for him.”

“I tell him there'll be an army waiting for him, and your friend is only concerned with the color of their uniforms. What's this really about?"Max shrugged. "A girl."I glared at Max. "Dude. Shut up.”

“She simply stood there and waited for him to show her the next move. And hoped it only involved sword fighting and not seduction.”

“Who's this—alone with stone and sky?It's only my old dog and I—It's only him; it's only me;Alone with stone and grass and tree. What share we most—we two together?Smells, and awareness of the weather.What is it makes us more than dust?My trust in him; in me his trust.”

“She had seen what it cost him and her heart quickened with compassion. For that alone, she might have loved him almost.”