“She told me there was a place on my face she wanted to inhale.”

“She once told him about the mysterious trampled-down places found in fields, which the peasants superstitiously called werewolves' nests. Coming across one of these sites, she fell to her knees and buried her face in the flattened yellow grasses, hoping to inhale the odor of a werewolf, a csordásfarkas. As if his scent was a charm. She smelled nothing but hay burned by the afternoon sun.”

“She was the epic crush of my childhood. She was the tragedy that made me look inside myself and see my corrupt heart. She was my sin and my salvation, come back from the grave to change me forever. Again. Back then, when she sat on my bed and told me she loved me, I wanted her as much as I have ever wanted anything.”

“You knew that she wanted me to marry somebody else,and you never told me?"He appeared confused by my reaction. "It wasn't my place.""Maybe it wasn't your place as a tracker, but as the guy making out with me in this bed, yeah,I think it was your place to tell me that I'm supposed to marry someone else.”

“She wanted to inhale him. Devour him.Lick every inch of his incredible body.”

“I was in America, someone wanted a photo with me, I put my arm around her and she told me not to touch her.”