The Cold.
Grace has spent years watching the wolves in the woods behind her house. One yellow-eyed wolf -- her wolf -- watches back. He feels deeply familiar to her, but she doesn't know why.
The heat.
Sam has lived two lives. As a wolf, he keeps the silent company of the girl...
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Grace was attacked by wolves in the woods behind her home when she was younger. Now Grace is fascinated with them, especially one with riveting golden eyes. This wolf is Sam, the one who saved Grace in her attack. Sam has been keeping watch over Grace for the past few years but has never had... read more (warning: may contain spoilers)
“You're like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again.”Grace
“I could have screamed, but I didn't. I could have fought, but I didn't. I just lay there and let it happen, watching the winter-white sky go gray above me.”Grace's thoughts
“I thought she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen, a tiny, bloody angel in the snow, and they were going to destroy her.”Sam's thoughts
“It would have been so easy for my lips to span the inches between our mouths. I thought I could hear the hope in her heartbeat: kiss me kiss me kiss me.”Sam's thoughts
“'Again and again, however, we know the language of love, and the little churchyard with its lamenting names and the staggeringly secret abyss in which others find their end: Again and again the two of us go out under the ancient trees, make our bed again and again between the flowers, face to face with the skies.' This is Rilke. I wish I had written it for you.”The note Sam left in Grace's backpack
“...his yellow eyes gazed at me possessively—I wondered if he realized that the way he looked at me was far more intimate than copping a feel could ever be.”Grace's thoughts
“Sam. Sam, look at me. Sam, I said, look at me, you bastard, you’re not turning into a wolf right now. Don’t you dare do this to her.”Isabel
“My lovely summer girl.”Sam
“But he was always there, watching me watching him. Never any closer to me, but never any further away.”Grace
“But criminals you can shoot, unlike a room full of juniors who won't shut up.”Grace
“Do you have a name?""Do you?"He gave a short laugh that was completely without humor but not unpleasant. "I think I like you. I'm Beck.”Grace and Beck
“Why are you so careful with me, Sam Roth?"I tried to tell her the truth. "I- It's -I'm not an animal.""I'm not afraid of you," she said.”Grace and Sam
“I just like saying Münchhausen's. It makes me think I can actually speak German.”Sam
“You're my change of skin/my summer-winter-fall/I spring to follow you/ this is loss is beautiful.”Sam
“I smelled him before I saw him, my heart instantly revving up into high gear. My wolf.”Grace
“You're an abomination to God's creation. You're cursed. You're the Devil. Where is my son? What have you done with him ?”Sam's Parents
“Peeling off my skin/ leaving just my eyes behind / You see inside my head / Still know that you are mine”Sam
“I kissed her. Just the barest brush of my lips against hers, nothing animal. Even in that moment, I deconstructed the kiss : her possible reactions to, her possible interpretations of, the way it made a shudder tighten my skin, the seconds between when I touched her lips and when she opened her eyes.”Sam
“Grace smiles at me. Her words were taunting, but her voice was gentle. "Is that all you've got ?" I touched my lips to hers again, and this time, it was a very different sort of kiss, It was six years' worth of kissing, her lips coming to life under mine, Tasting of orange and of desire.”Sam
“As the hours crept by, the afternoon sunlight bleached all the books on the shelves to pale, gilded versions of themselves and warmed the paper and ink inside the covers so that the smell of unread words hung in the air.”Sam
“Are you always this apologetic?”Grace
“I'm trying to make you think I'm a decent person. Telling you i saw you naked while I was another species does not help my case.”Sam
“"Well I guess that I failed my testosterone test then,"”Sam
“"And me holding this moment that was as fragile as a bird in my hands."”Sam
“"Spiraling through insanity together made it seem more sane."”Sam
“"And then I opened my eyes and it was just Grace and me - nothing anywhere but Grace and me - she pressing her lips together as though she were keeping my kiss inside her, and me, holding this moment that was as fragile as a bird in my hands."”Sam
“"She could've looked at the tiny miracles in front of her: my feet, my hands, my fingers, the shape of my shoulders beneath my jacket, my human body, but she only stared at my eyes. The wind whipped again, through the trees, but it had no force, no power over me. The cold bit at my fingers, but they stayed fingers. 'Grace,' I said, very softly. 'Say something.' 'Sam,' she said, and I crushed her to me."”Sam
“‘And I want, in those silent, somehow faltering times, to be with someone who knows, or else alone. I want to reflect everything about you, and I never want to be too blind or too ancient to keep your profound wavering image with me. I want to unfold. I don’t want to be folded anywhere, because there, where I’m folded, I am a lie.’”Highlighted by 409 Kindle customers
“‘I am alone in the world, and yet not alone enough to make each hour holy. I am lowly in this world, and yet not lowly enough for me to be just a thing to you, dark and shrewd. I want my will and I want to go with my will as it moves towards action.’”Highlighted by 402 Kindle customers
And leaving you (there aren’t words to untangle it) Your life, fearful and immense and blossoming, so that, sometimes frustrated, and sometimes understanding, Your life is sometimes a stone in you, and then, a star.Highlighted by 322 Kindle customers
crashing into the trembling void stretching my hand to you losing myself to frigid regret is this fragile love a way to say good-byeHighlighted by 274 Kindle customers
You’re my change of skin / my summer-winter-fall / I spring to follow you / this loss is beautiful.Highlighted by 266 Kindle customers
‘AGAIN AND AGAIN, HOWEVER, WE KNOW THE LANGUAGE OF LOVE, AND THE LITTLE CHURCHYARD WITH ITS LAMENTING NAMES AND THE STAGGERINGLY SECRET ABYSS IN WHICH OTHERS FIND THEIR END: AGAIN AND AGAIN THE TWO OF US GO OUT UNDER THE ANCIENT TREES, MAKE OUR BED AGAIN AND AGAIN BETWEEN THE FLOWERS, FACE TO FACE WITH THE SKIES.’ THIS IS RILKE. I WISH I HAD WRITTEN IT FOR YOU.Highlighted by 259 Kindle customers
Peeling off my skin / leaving just my eyes behind / You see inside my head / Still know that you are mine.Highlighted by 223 Kindle customers
She draws patterns on my face / These lines make shapes that can’t replace / the version of me that I hold inside / when lying with you, lying with you, lying with you.Highlighted by 200 Kindle customers
Anything’s possible in this lush rabbit hole / Is it mirror or portrait you’ve given to me? / All of these permutations of dreams will patrol / this lovely wasteland of color I see.Highlighted by 195 Kindle customers
World of words lost on the living / I take my place with the walking dead / Robbed of my voice I’m always giving / thousands of words to this nameless dread.Highlighted by 181 Kindle customers
There are sixty-seven chapters of varying length.
Each chapter tells the temperature, which is symbollic to Sam's life as a wolf.
For instance:
Chapter One * Grace 15 degrees F
Chapter Two * Sam 15 degrees F
Chapter Three* Grace 38 degrees F
Chapter Four* Sam 90 degrees F
Chapter Five* Grace 44 degrees F
Chapter Six* Grace 42 degrees F
Chapter Seven* Sam 42 degrees F
Chapter Eight* Grace 65 degrees F
Chapter Nine* Grace 58 degrees F
Chapter Ten* Grace 60 degrees F
and so on...
Followed by Linger.
There is a lot of kissing in this book. May not be acceptable for kids younger than 12.
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