Wolves of Mercy Falls Trash

“I wasn’t sure if I was charmed by his reluctance to share a bed with a girl or insulted that, apparently, I wasn’t hot enough for him to charge the mattress like a bull.” 

“Afterward, Isabel drove me home and I shut myself in the study with Rilke, and I read and I wanted. 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 I was beginning to understand poetry.” 

“I fell for her in summer, my lovely summer girl, From summer she is made, my lovely summer girl, I’d love to spend a winter with my lovely summer girl, But I’m never warm enough for my lovely summer girl, It’s summer when she smiles, I’m laughing like a child, It’s the summer of our lives; we’ll contain it for a while She holds the heat, the breeze of summer in the circle of her hand I’d be happy with this summer if it’s all we ever had.”

I realized I never shared here some of the work I did for my vis dev school project based on @maggie-stiefvater‘s The Wolves of Mercy Fall trilogy. These are the most finished piece I have out of the tons of sketches I made, I hope you like it! 

           Books Read in 2019 - 3/?

“This is a love story. I never knew there were so many kinds of love or that love could make people do so many different things. I never knew there were so many different ways to say g o o d b y e.”

Grace Brisbane

- Shiver // Maggie Stiefvater

“You have to take it off the table,” Jeremy said, finally.  “It’s always going to be an option, otherwise. You’re going to have to give it up and mean it, or it’ll always be your solution when things go bad.” - Quote from Sinner // Maggie Stiefvater 

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An updated version.

“When we kissed, it didn’t matter that I had been a wolf hours ago, or that I would be a wolf again. It didn’t matter that a thousand snares were laid for us as soon as we left this moment. All that mattered was this: our noses touching, the softness of his mouth, the ache inside me.”

“His lips tasted cool and sharp, peppermint, winter, but his hands, soft on the back of my neck, promised long days and summer and forever.”

Sam: There is no better taste than this: someone else’s laughter in your mouth.

What a strange world this was, that I could come here to lose everything about myself, and instead lose everything but me. It was possible that I’d thrown one too many Molotov cocktails over God’s fence. It would be, after all, a divinely ironic punishment to watch me learn to care and then destroy the things I cared about.

Sam Roth