Don’t panic. Are you sitting? You probably don’t need to sit. Well, possibly. At least lean on something.

Grace, who haunted my thoughts when I couldn’t dream

When Ronan thought of Gansey, he thought of moving into Monmouth Manufacturing, of nights spent in companionable insomnia, of a summer searching for a king, of Gansey asking the Gray Man for his life. Brothers.

Long after the other voices had dropped away, Sam kept howling, very soft and slow.When he finally fell silent, the night felt dead. Sitting was intolerable. I stood up, paced, clenched and unclenched my hands into fists. Finally I took the guitar that Sam had played and I screamed and smashed it into pieces on...

I saw her face then, and I recognized something of myself in her expression. Her eyes flicked over the shelves, seeking possibilities for escape.

We sat like that for a long while, and when we stood up, all my sad things were in boxes, and Beck was my father.

History was always buried deep, even when you know where to look. And it was hard to excavate it without damaging it. Brushes and cotton swabs, not chisels and pickaxes. Slow work. You had to like doing it.

Past conversations were slowly realigning in Blue’s head, taking on new shades of meaning as they did.

That is just so romantic. Do me a favor, and don’t you two ever change. The world needs more love at first sight.

his yellow eyes gazed at me possessively — I wondered if he realized that the way he looked at me was far more intimate than copping a feel could ever be.

Did no one tell him that pain lives in this sand, dug in and watered with our blood?

So here’s my theory, and this is such crap science, I don’t have to tell you. It’s science without microscopes, blood tests, or reality.

There was no sun; there was no light. I was dying. I couldn’t remember what the sky looked like. But I didn’t die. I was lost to a sea of cold, and then I was reborn into a world of warmth.

I am alone in the world, and yet not alone enough to make each hour holy. I am lowly in this world, and yet not lowly enough for me to be just a thing to you, dark and shrewd. I want my will and I want to go with my will as it moves towards...

Overhead, the stars were wheeling and infinite, a complicated mobile made by giants. They pulled me amongst them, into space and memories.

Ronan did not smoke; he preferred his habits with hangovers.

He’d only been gone two seconds, but the room got brighter when they were together, as if they were two elements that became brilliant in proximity. At Sam’s clumsy efforts to carry the vacuum, Grace smiled a new smile that I thought only he ever got, and he shot her a withering look full of...

I started down but Sam caught my arm and knelt down himself to look. “For crying out loud,” he said. “It’s a racoon.” “Poor thing,” I said. “It could be a rabid baby-killer,” Cole told me primly. “Shut up,” Sam said pleasantly.

Reality’s what other people dream for you.

No one was meant to see hell before they got there. No one should have to live with the devil. So many homilies on faith were ruined once you no longer required it for belief.

This is sams phone” there was a long,heavy pause, and then: “oh.” Another pause. “Youre the girl, arent you? The girl who was in my house?” I tried to think of what i might gain by denying it and drew a blank “yes” do you have a name?”do you?”he gave a short laugh that was...

I wonder how long it will take for me to feel as adult inside as I look outside.

Do you know, it’s really hard to be a parent. I blame it on Santa Claus. You spend so long making sure your kid doesn’t know he’s fake that you can’t tell when you’re supposed to stop.””Mom, I found you and Calla wrapping my presents when I was, like, six.””It was a metaphor, Blue.””A metaphor’s...

Cole,” I said, “Don’t lose this number.

I always listen to you. Except when I don’t.

Adam translated, “Not death, but his brother, sleep.

Violence was a disease Gansey didn’t think he could catch. But all around him, his friends were slowly infected.

Forever?”Sam’s lips smiled, but above his grin, his yellow eyes turned sad, as if he knew it was a lie.”Longer.

Please just tell me where you are.His heart hurt with the wanting of it, the hurt no less painful fro being difficult to explain.

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...

Did you get notes for me?””No”, Ronan replied,”I thought you were dead in a ditch.

I am a beautiful thing, shaped for fighting.

You’re like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again.

After you were bitten, I knew what would happen. I waited for you to change, every night, so I could bring you back and keep you from getting hurt.” A chilly gust of wind lifter his hair and sent a shower of golden leaves glimmering down around him. He spred out his arms, letting them...

People being nice for no apparent reason always made me suspicious. People being nice to me with no apparent reason made me even more suspicious.

(Malory, unhopeful: “I don’t suppose you have any tea?” Jesse: “DO YOU WANT EARL GREY OR DARJEELING?” Malory: “Oh, sweet heavens!”)

I was wild and tame and pulled into shreds and crushed into being all at once.

I thought, possibly, that what I really needed was to go where nobody knew me and start over again, with none of my previous decisions, conversations, or expectations coming with me.

I watched her and I watched the birds’ shadows flit across her face, and I…wanted. I wanted more happy memories to hang up on the ceiling, so many happy memories with this girl that they would crowd the ceiling and flap out into the hall and burst out of the house.

He spiked the dirt, twisted out the deformed rose, tossed it aside. His palms sweated.’Sorry,’ Persephone suggested.’Pardon?’She murmured, ‘You should say sorry when you kill something.’It took him a moment to realize she meant the rose. ‘It was dying anyway.”Dying and dead are different words.’Shamed, Adam muttered an apology….

When she opened her eyes, she was both in her body and watching it, nowhere near the cavity of the tree. The Blue that was before her stood inches from a boy in an Aglionby sweater. There was a slight stoop to his posture, and his shoulders were spattered darkly with rain. It was his...

Are there any other missing persons living under your roof? Elvis? Jimmy Hoffa? Amelia Earhart? I’d just like full disclosure now, before we go any further.

You and I both know that love is for children,” he said. ”We’re adults. Compatibility is for adults.””Compatibility is for my Bluetooth and my car,” Teresa replied. ”Only they get along just fine, and my car never makes my bluetooth feel like shit.

It was possible that I’d thrown one too many Molotov cocktails over God’s fence.

My wolf was a cute guy and he was holding my hand. I could die happy.

Spacebar,” trying to translate the synth chords into a piano bit on the fly. It had been a million years since I’d played it.But it was still catchy.Whoever had written this song had known what they were doing.

It’s very ugly’ I said generously. ‘But it looks as though it would laugh at snow. And, if you hit a deer it would hiccup, and keep going.

Scent is the strongest tie to memory.

Is this thing safe?””Safe as life,” Gansey replied.

You don’t have to do this,” Ronan said.”There isn’t anything else, man.””There’s reality.”Kavinsky laughed the word. “Reality! Reality’s what other people dream for you.””Reality’s where other people are,” Ronan replied. He stretched out his arms. “What’s here, K? Nothing! No one!””Just us.”There was a heavy understanding in that statement, amplified by the dream. I know...