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

Have you heard of the legends of sleeping kings? The legends that heroes like Llewellyn and Glendower and Arthur aren’t really dead, but are instead sleeping in tombs, waiting to be woken?

I thought I heard---" Gansey broke off. His eyes dropped to where Adam held Blue's hand. Again his face was somewhat puzzled by the fact of their hand-holding. Adam's grip tightened, although she didn't think he meant for it to.

The dog pranced delightedly around his feet as if he'd been gone to another planet instead of merely underneath a car.

You two are a strange pair. You are a pair, aren't you?" "We're in training.

The one reality was this: He was home. How badly he wanted to stay.

And there is the girl. When I first see her and her dun mare from my vantage point on the cliff road, I am struck first not by the fact that she is a girl, but by the fact that she's in the ocean. it's the dreaded second day, the day people start to die, and no one will get close to the surf. But there she is, trotting up to the knee in the water. Fearless.