That better be a promise.

I slowly climbed back to my feet, walked back into the emergency department through the silently swishing glass doors, and, covered in my girlfriend’s blood, lied perfectly for the first time in my life. “I...

As always, there was an all-American war hero look to him, coded in his tousled brown hair, his summer-narrowed hazel eyes, the straight nose that ancient Anglo-Saxons had graciously passed on to him. Everything about...

Delia was an overbearing cake with condescending frosting, and frankly, I was on a diet.

…He kissed me again, farther up my neck, and I pushed him back against the wall.My mind searched for the logical thought, a rational life raft before I drowned in wanting to hiss him. I...

So it comes to this: I would have lost her either way. If Cole hadn’t reinfected her, I would have lost her in the hospital bed. And now Cole’s wolf tozin pumps through her veins,...

Strangely, I thought of the emotion I ought to feel without feeling it, as impartial as a National Geographic field researcher, carefully watching the events and chronicling them in a notebook. Deirdre finds that she...

I remembered standing in the middle of the street in front of The Crooked Bookshelf, filled with the certainty of a future. I had heard the wolves howling behind the house and remembered how glad...

sloughing my skin / escaping it’s grip / stripped of my wit / it hurts to be me .

Listening to him tell the story now, it was clear to Adam that Glendower was more than a historical figure to Gansey. He was everything Gansey wished he could be: wise and brave, sure of...

Ronan didn’t need physics. He could intimidate even a piece of plywood into doing what he wanted.

I could still smell her on my fur. It clung to me, a memory of another world.I was drunk with it, with the scent of her. I’d got too close.The smell of summer on her...

I lost a horse today.”That sounds careless. What happened?”She jumped off a cliff.”A cliff! Is that normal?

You know what I mean. I’m telling you I was stupid over it. I thought it was about trying so hard to survive that you didn’t have the time to be a good parent. Obviously,...

Sometimes, Gansey forgot how much he liked school and how good he was at it. But he couldn’t forget it on mornings like this one—fall fog rising out of the fields and lifting in front...

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...

No existe mejor sabor que la risa de otra persona en tu boca. Sam

It’s like scrying into that weird space. There’s so much coming out of him, it shouldn’t be possible. Do you remember that woman who came in who was pregnant with quadruplets? It was like that,...

His heart hurt with the wanting of it, the hurt no less painful for being difficult to explain.

Fate,” Blue replied, glowering at her mother, “is a very weighty word to throw around before breakfast.

The walls of the arch are covered with blood-red jellies that wink and glisten at me by the light of the moon. My father told me they were completely harmless. I don’t believe him. Nothing...

The world needs more love at first sight.

And so you know what I did with those sad things? I put them in boxes. I put the sad things in the boxes in my head, and I closed them up and I put...

Sam reached his hand toward mine, and I automatically put my fingers in his. With a guilty little smile, he pulled my hand toward his nose and took a sniff, and then another one. His...

He started to dance. And all at once, because Cole was dancing, I was dancing. And this Cole was even more persuasive than the last one. This was everything about Cole’s smile made into a...

the intermittent breeze carried her scent to me again and again , singing in another language of memories from another form .

The tourists always seem to want something. On Thisby, it’s less about wanting, and more about being.” I wonder after I say it if he’ll think I sound like have no drive or ambition.

It is possible to be in love with you just because of who you are.

I smiled sweetly at his embarressment, beginning to walk again, kicking up golden leaves. I heard him scuffling leaves behind me. “And what was the point of this again?” Forget it!” Sam said. “Do you...

His face went somber for half a second, and then it dissolved into an absolutely wonderful and fearless laugh. The old Ronan Lynch’s laugh. No, it was better than that one, because this new one...

In her small voice, Persephone said, “I have nothing to add.” After a moment of consideration, she added, however, “If you are going to punch someone, don’t put your thumb inside your fist. It would...

Memories are like dreams. You remember how you got to the front of the classroom with no clothes on.

She draws patterns on my face / These lines make shapes that can’t replace / the version of me that I hold inside / when lying with you, lying with you, lying with you.

She screamed, the high scream that was neither human nor animal but something terrible in between, the sort of sound that you never forget no matter how many beautiful things you hear afterward.

Just forget about everything. Just go somewhere and get smashed and pretend like there are no problems or consequences. I know why. Because there are still problems and consequences. And going and–and–partying doesn’t make them...

What are you wishing for?’ Grace interrupted. ‘To kiss you,’ I said to her.

It’s rude to stare, but the great thing about staring at a sedated person is that they don’t know you’re doing it.

He didn’t like to see either of the women in his family disappointed; it ruined perfectly good meals.

Somewhere close bye, a man is moaning; he’s been trampled or thrown or bitten. He sounds resentful or surprised. Did no one tell him that pain lives in this sand, dug in and watered with...

…she made her home in between the pages of books.

Are you sure you want to go out with someone with that kind of history? …He could have a psychotic break. I read that people get those when they’re twenty-eight.

The buck stops here,” Ronan said, pulling up the hand brake. “Home shit home.

If I only have ten minutes, Sam, this is what I want to say. You’re not the best of us. You’re more than that. You’re better than all of us. If I only have ten...

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...

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...