Katherine McIntyre, Hunting For Spring Quotes
He knew too well the sting of loneliness and how over time it stole you away, piece by piece, until a mere shell remained.
They dabbled in dark magic like finger painters in first grade art class, and then most of them were either killed by their creations or ran the other way from the nightmares they unleashed.
She was the type who chased, who danced into your life like a spring storm, and left you battered and quaking in the wake.
Why don’t we keep that secret? Hunters will lose their reputations if we’re seen saving puppies and painting flowers.