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Tell the Wolves I'm Home

This novel delves into the emotional journey of a young woman as she navigates the aftermath of her mother's death and the unraveling of her family dynamics. The story is rich with emotional depth and explores the intricacies of human connection. more

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Carol Rifka Brunt
Carol Rifka Brunt

Carol Rifka Brunt is an American author born in 1970. Her works are known for their delicate emotional descriptions and profound insights into the psychology of teenagers. more

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“I turned back to the shrike, but the beak of his mask grazed up my neck and warm lips brushed my ear. Thrills coursed through me, but I didn't move until he started away. I caught his hand. "Wait." He'd felt right. I knew who I needed him to be, even if the way we'd danced was not how- That kind of passion he reserved for music. Not me. A cold breeze made me shiver as I tightened my grip on his. Stepped closer. Searched his eyes. His lips tilted up at one corner, like amusement. I'd known, but still, the familiar expression stunned me so much I almost didn't act. I kissed him. Rather, I pressed my mouth against his and hoped he wouldn't run. It would probably kill me. Three long seconds and he only gasped and tightened his hands on my back. Then, with a soft moan, he opened his mouth and kissed me. It wasn't an easy, sweet kiss like I'd imagined my first would be, but frustraeted and hungry. That was good, better than easy and sweet, because after everything, I was frustrated and hungry for him, too. His beak scraped my cheek, but I ignored it while the tip of his tongue danced over my lips.”

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