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

A novel is a conversation starter, and if the author isn't there for the after-party, both the writer and the reader are missing a lot.

Is that all?" she whispered. Gansey closed his eyes. "That's all there is.

I could just barely see the dark curve of his shoulder, and something about the shape it made, the gesture it suggested, filled me with a sort of fierce, awful affection.

This is the story of a boy who used to be a wolf, and a girl who became one

He's a pit bull," Adam said. "I know some really nice pit bulls." "He's the kind of pit that makes the evening news. Gansey's trying to restrain him." "How noble.

I don't think I'd like to argue with you," I say. "I think it would be a very dissatisfying pastime.