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When he's 16 he notices the house down the lane,which has been empty for a while,is now occupied by a family... What I truly loved about this book was that, yes, it was a shifter story, but TJ didn't quite adhere to the typical werewolf lore ' rules' found in all of the other shifter stories that I've read. It's the first book I've read by this Author and to say I was impressed is an understatement....the writing is simply stunning.
this book follows Ox Matheson as he navigates life and growing up in a small town. at the beginning of the novel we see his father leave and a new family move in "down the lane" which really starts the beginning of Ox's life. You confuse me. You aggravate me. You’re amazing and beautiful, and sometimes, I want to put my teeth in you just to watch you bleed. I want to know what you taste like. I want to leave my marks on your skin. I want to cover you until all you smell like is me. I don’t want anyone to touch you ever again. I want you. Every part of you.”La historia de amor que nos encontramos es una de las más bonitas que he leído en mi vida, de estas que te agarran el corazón y no te sueltan hasta que terminas el libro. E incluso después. De verdad que la forma de contarlo, las vidas de cada uno de los protagonistas y lo que significa el uno en la vida del otro... Es que es un amor de estos fuertes, inquebrantables, y se transmite tan bien gracias a la pluma de Klune que terminas tú también formando parte de esos sentimientos.
i can't do justice to this story or the way it was written, honestly. this book spans a nearly 10 year period and is told exclusively through Ox's point of view. his relationships both familial and romantic are so full of heart and so damn real that you often forget you're reading a shifter/paranormal book. there's violence and drama too but this book shines so bright in its depiction of relationships. Yes... this book was emotional at times and it managed to make me cry, right from the start. My heart broke a couple of times while reading, but it was also mended in the sweetest ways.... There are times when all I can think of is marking you so everyone knows who you belong to. To carve my name into your skin so you never forget me." I put my hands in his fur and held on tight. He allowed me the moments to grieve, because he knew all I needed were moments. I was six when my daddy bought me my own set of tools. Not kids’ stuff. No bright colors and plastic. All cold and metal and real.
Her eyes softened. I could see the lines around her eyes. The tired set of her jaw. “You always do. But that’s—” She stopped. Took a breath. “He left?” she asked, and she sounded so small.
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