Sean, as always, gets by on one word while everyone else needs five or six.

His mother had told him that when you looked into the eyes of God at the pearly gates, all the questions you ever had were answered. Ronan had a lot of questions. Waking Glendower might be like that. Fewer angels attending, and maybe a heavier Welsh accent. Slightly less judgment.

It's only because I've lived with brothers that I realize, after a moment, that he's not looking outside but rather inside, wrestling with something inside himself. And there's nothing for it but to wait.

Everything mattered and nothing did, and I was tired of trying to find out how both of those things were true. I was an itch that I'd scratched so hard I was bleeding. I had set out to do the impossible, whatever the impossible might be, only to find out that it was living with myself. Suicide became an expiration date, the day after which I no longer had to try.

While I'm gone," Gansey said, pausing, "dream me the world. Something new for every night.

Wow, you're never allowed to sleep late again. You're crankier than a fat guy in stilettos.

Because I knew it wasn't for forever." Grace touched his hair and he bent his head to kiss her, quiet as a secret.