Ghosts of chattanooga
“My heart wasn’t in any of it. As I opened my room door and turned on the TV, I wondered why I had even made the trip. My mind was on her from the second I got there. As if her scent marked the city. By now it had been a year and change and I had grown so very tired of her chains still binding me.”
The hour of the wolf
“The moonlight shone through the cracks in the drapes, illuminating the parts of her not covered by bed sheets. Unlike his restless spirit, she was in a deep slumber for the last few hours. Sleep came almost as quickly as she had. It was the first time they'd made love that night, but one of a thousand times over the years.”