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“It's me," a deep voice rumbled. The hands released me and I turned. There stood Derek, all six foot of him. Maybe it was just the thrill of seeing him, but he looked better than I remembered. His black hair was still lank, and his face was still dotted with acne. But he looked...better. ~~~~~ Tori waited until Derek was gone, then shuddered. "Okay, Derek always weired me out, but the wolf man stuff is seriously creepy. Suits him, I suppose. A creepy power for a creepy guy." "I thought he looked better." She stared at me. "What? He does. Probably because he's starting his wolf changes and he's not stressed out about being in Lyle House. That must help." "You know what will really help? Shampoo. Deodorant - " I raised my hand to cut her off. "He smelled fine, so don't start that. I'm sure his wearing deodorant and - for once-it's working. As for showers, they're a little hard to come by on the street, and we won't look much better soon." "I'm just saying." "Do you think he doesn't know you're saying? News flash-he's not stupid.”

Quote by Kelley Armstrong

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The Awakening

This novel delves into the transformative journey of a protagonist as they navigate the complexities of their own identity and the expectations of their society. more

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Kelley Armstrong
Kelley Armstrong

Kelley Armstrong, born on December 14, 1968, is a renowned Canadian author. Her works span across various genres including horror, suspense, and fantasy, with her most famous series being 'The Darkest Powers'. more

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