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“In calm cold midwinter, there was a starving hunter, who lost his way in forest, and had no food no shelter, One day he woke of hunger, and started walking faster, he walked for miles and miles, but nothing saw his eyes, He trembled of an anger, his hope forever died, like thirsty bowing flower, the poor hunter cried, He started walking further, then saw a wounded deer, who lied near the river, with so much pain to bear. The deer was also hunted, by hunter like this man, her eyes were getting colder, and filled with so much fear, The hunter felt so pity, of what he saw over there, his sufferings were same as, of which were of the deer, And then they died together, as reached the starving”

“You must become a prey to know the hunter. Yes. That’s true. You must endure the pain to know what others unknown to you must have felt. ‘No cause can be causeless,’ a wise man once wrote. We need that jolting moment to arouse us from slumber. Henceforth, the pages in history will be written in different fonts and colours. The words shall be Bolder! Stronger! Fearsome! The prey has woken its killer instinct, or as they say—the hunters become the hunted.”

“The women moved in to carve up the caribou and soon large chunks of its meat were roasting over the fire. The gathered families threw their wood carvings into the fire pit. The little dogwood caribous burned up and the smoke curled up with the sacrificed caribou’s spirit into the night sky where it dimmed the starlight behind a hazy sheen. The men danced and prayed to the departing spirit. In song and dance they said their thanks that it gave its life for their meal. Then they portioned out the meat.”

“He must have been someone I trusted at one time." "But you don't now?" "I can't. Not until I remember how I ended up so badly wounded where you found me. You've seen how strong I am, Susan. How fast I can move. Do you really think an enemy could have gotten the jump on me without a little assistance?" She hadn't thought of it like that. It was a valid point. "No. I'm still hoping he's a friend though. You need someone you can trust." Smiling, he touched her cheek. "I already have someone I trust. You." She clasped his wrists and turned her head, pressing a kiss to his palm. "Flirt." He winked. "Just wait until I confirm I'm not married. Then I'll take flirting to a whole new level." "Hell yes, you will," she declared. He laughed.”

“«Non ti è chiara una cosa, voglio godermi il calore del tuo corpo fino in fondo. Sai che voglio dire? Non vorrei consumare prima della tua consacrazione alla famiglia, ma è così difficile resisterti», disse accarezzandomi il viso, mentre l’altra mano mi sollevava la veste scorrendo sulla gamba. Il suo tocco gelido mi fece venire i brividi. «Cassian, ti prego», mugolai. «Shhhh… Rilassati», disse lui sfiorando le mie labbra con le sue. «Non vorrai approfittare così della situazione, sei un gentil uomo!», ribattei agitata. «Magari un assaggino posso concedermelo», sussurrò vicino al mio orecchio, mentre la sua mano era arrivata alla coscia.”

“Tammy, werewulves act in ways that are pleasing only to themselves. They behave without a conscious... They are sick monsters who have permanently lost their self-control. Their intentions and motivations are never clear; they slaughter flocks and herds yet eat nothing. They are the quintessence of evil, hence the title “demon”. And who really wants demons around?”

“Don't fall in love with me. I am not one entity. I am a multitude of phantasmagorical entities. I am the poet. I am the writer. I am the wanderer. I am the philosopher. I am the king. I am the beggar. I am the drifter. I am the hunter. I am the creator. I am the creation. I worship my gods - Bukowski, Kafka, Hemingway, Rand & Plath. I listen to my gods - Beethoven, Mozart, & Tchaikovsky! Don't fall in love with me! I am not one entity. I am a multitude of phastamagorical entities.”

“I had these made special. The design is raised instead of carved in. Can you feel it?" Dillon asked. Hunter ran his fingertip over the outside of the ring. He nodded as a tear formed in the corner of his eye. "Can you tell me what it is?" Dillon asked quietly. Hunter nodded and his voice choked. "Two people…" "Two men," Dillon corrected. "Two men," Hunter said, "pulling each other into the center of a circle." Dillon watched his single tear slip and start sliding down his cheek. "Would you step into that circle with me, Hunter?" Hunter nodded, a small sound escaping him. "Yes.”

“They had f@@@ed the night before, and then again this morning, but that had been hard lust. Now Hunter wanted passion and slow, smooth rhythm. He wanted to feel the security of Dillon's embrace, the solid unfettered motion of their lovemaking, and he wanted to make Dillon understand that he no longer had to prove anything. He moved away and set his head on his own pillow, waiting for Dillon to find the rain's pulse.”