Life’s pain. You just have to get over as much of it as you can.-Isabel Culpeper

The inside of the old Camaro smelled like asphalt and desire, gasoline and dreams.

It wasn’t the sort of kiss I’d had with him before, hungry, wanting, desperate. It wasn’t the sort of kiss I’d had with anyone before. This kiss was so soft that it was like a...

In some parallel universe, there was a Gansey who could tell Blue that he found the ten inches of her bare calves far more tantalizing than the thirteen cubic feet of bare skin Orla sported....

The key, Gansey found, was that you had to believe that they existed; you had to realized they were part of something bigger. Some secrets only gave themselves up to those who’d proven themselves worthy.

Self-confidence is not the same thing as ego. This is not to say that the two don’t (frequently) dance hand in hand down the street, pushing over old ladies in crosswalks and kicking baby kittens....

Ronan’s second secret was Adam Parrish.

I wish you could be kissed, Jane,’ he said. ‘Because I would beg just one off you. Under all this.’ He flailed an arm toward the stars.

When he kissed me, his lips soft and careful, it was all the thrill of our first kiss and all the practiced familiarity of the accumulated memory of all our kisses.

Ronan Lynch lived with every sort of secret.

Rilke says: Verweilung, auch am Verstrautesten nicht, ist uns gegeben – We are not allowed to linger, even with what is most intimate.

The air moved slowly around his body, somehow tangible, gold flaked, every dust mote a lantern.

I want you to listen to me, if you can.” I leaned the side of my face against his ruff and remembered the golden wood he had shown me so long ago. I remembered the...

He strode over to the ruined church. This, Blue had discovered, was how Gansey got places – striding. Walking was for ordinary people.

Adam understood, then, that Gansey and Blue’s awe changed this place. Ronan and Adam may have seen this place as magical, but Gansey and Blue’s wonder made it holy.

I just looked at her, feeling utterly empty. I didn’t know what I was supposed to say to her. My life is in that bed. Please let me stay.

It was a sort of ferocious, quiet beauty, the sort that wouldn’t let you admire it. The sort of beauty that always hurt.

They couldn’t hurt Gansey. Nothing could hurt him; people who said money couldn’t buy everything hadn’t seen anyone as rich as the Aglionby boys. They were untouchable, immune to life’s troubles. Only death couldn’t be...

Isabel had gone silent in a way that shouted the silence to me.

I remembered the pain as clearly as if I were shifting — the pain of loss. I felt the agony of the single moment that I lost myself. Lost what made me Sam. The part...

I know that face. You were born in hell, you’re used to it.

I had done something wrong. I shouldn’t have shown him. But he had known, hadn’t he? What had I done? I retreated quickly down the aisle, pushing my way through the double doors into the...

Wie lange braucht man jeden Tag, bis man sich kennt.””How long it takes us, each day, to know each other.

Being Adam Parrish was a complicated thing, a wonder of muscles and organs, synapses and nerves. He was a miracle of moving parts, a study in survival. The most important thing to Adam Parrish, though,...

His home was populated by things and creatures from Niall Lynch’s dreams, and his mother was just another one of them

I said uselessly, “Sam, don’t go.”Sam cupped my face in his hands and looked me in the eyes. His eyes were yellow, sad, wolf, mine. “These stay the same. Remember that when you look at...

I seem at once cursed to say precisely what I’m thinking to him and unable to tell what he thinks about it.

When I started everything, and by everything, I mean life, suicide was a joke. If I have to ride in that car with you, I’ll slash my wrists with a butter knife. It was as...

Because it wasn’t merely that the trees were speaking to them. It was that the trees themselves were sentient beings, capable of watching their movements. Was it only the trees in this strange wood, or...

Sometimes, some rare times, a secret stays undiscovered because it is something too big for the mind to hold. It is too strange, too vast, too terrifying to contemplate. All of us have secrets in...

If I were a tree, I would have no reason to love a human.

I could have screamed, but I didn’t. I could have fought, but I didn’t. I just lay there and let it happen, wathcing the winter-white sky go gray above me. One wolf prodded his nose...

Ich kann spüren, dass er zu ertrinken droht, aber ich weiß nicht, was ich tun soll, um ihn aus dem Wasser zu retten.

Fuck the past. This was the present.

It was another country. It was a country for the young, a country where you died before you got old.

Sean reaches between us and slides a thin bracelet of red ribbons over my free hand. Lifting my arm, he presses his lips against the inside of my wrist. I’m utterly still; I feel my...

How do you feel about helicopters?”There was a long pause. “How do you mean? Ethically?””As a mode of transportation.””Faster than camels, but less sustainable.

Is this how we make our way to death? Blue wondered. A stumbling fade-out instead of a self-aware finale?

That’s how I would kiss you, if I loved you.

People shouldn’t have to earn kindness. They should have to earn cruelty.

I wanted a library like this…[] A cave of words that I’d made myself.

Is that all?” she whispered.Gansey closed his eyes. “That’s all there is.

There was nothing particularly special about her, except that she was good with numbers, and very good at lying, and she made her home in between the pages of books.

She stood on the ledge of his smile and looked over the edge.

Kissing’s a lot like laughing. If the joke’s funny, it doesn’t matter how long it’s been since you last heard one.

Da.-Cole st. Clair

Mum liked to say that some things happen for a reason, that sometimes obstacles were there to stop you from doing something stupid.

Adam was in the dream, too; he traced the tangled pattern of ink with his finger. He said, “Scio quid hoc est.” As he traced it further and further down on the bare skin of...

You really didn’t see the sadness or the longing unless you already knew it was there. But that was the trick, wasn’t it? Everyone had their disappointment and their baggage; only, some people carried it...

Me,” I said.