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Poet Tongue (The Skin Walker Series #1) QUOTES

Poet Tongue (The Skin Walker Series #1) QUOTES

1 " He turned his attention towards the previous speaker and mumbled again in a language Violet could not understand.
“It must be a sign from the Creator. The prophecy… it has come true. "

― Kyla Stan , Poet Tongue (The Skin Walker Series #1)

2 " Violet, wake up! You are not in some pre-colonial, pre-internet hellhole. WAKE UP! But no matter how many times she rubbed her eyes or pinched herself to the point of almost bleeding, she was still there, on that same dirt floor, on the same animal pelt, still trying not to look at that one boy.
Was she a captive to these people?
Was she some sort of prisoner? "

― Kyla Stan , Poet Tongue (The Skin Walker Series #1)

3 " She smirked and felt the familiar pain of her fangs elongating and piercing through her gums. She inhaled the night air deeply and smiled at the intoxicating aroma. Multiple scents hit her nose at once. They were thick and rich, mixed with booze and teenage pheromones. Her leather jacket fluttered slightly as a night breeze swept under it. "

― Kyla Stan , Poet Tongue (The Skin Walker Series #1)

4 " The morning sun filtered through the curtains and into Violet’s room, awakening her from dreams of wolves howling to a full moon. Her body felt different…changed somehow, but she was unable to pinpoint exactly what was new. "

― Kyla Stan , Poet Tongue (The Skin Walker Series #1)

5 " You do not understand what has happened to you… what I did to you.” he said sternly. Cold fright swelled in her stomach. What happened after she felt the pain? It was all blank.
“What did you do to me?” She whispered.
“You are a wolf now, Violet. A part of our pack.”
“What? What the hell do you mean I’m a wolf?” She demanded.
“You are half wolf, a Skin Walker. In human words… I believe you say werewolf. "

― Kyla Stan , Poet Tongue (The Skin Walker Series #1)

6 " Violet suddenly felt something in her as her anger and adrenaline pulsed through her body like a raving lunatic. She felt the rage from before, trying to rise above her control. Her hands began to elongate and her nails grew to razor sharp knives. She tried to hold back the intense metamorphosis, but the more she let go, the better she felt.
Millions of coarse hairs sprouted from her skin and covered her in a dense, white fur. Her eyes dilated and contracted with the effort of balancing light. Her face grew into a furry white snout and her limbs grew to immense sizes, filled with muscle. She looked down at herself. She was a beautiful werewolf. A white werewolf! She tried to laugh, but it came out as small barks. She was expecting black fur instead. "

― Kyla Stan , Poet Tongue (The Skin Walker Series #1)