Do you know how some people can do anything?” “What do you mean?” “I mean, you tell them to write a tune, they give you a symphony right there. You tell them to write a book, they write you a novel in a day. You tell them to move a spoon without touching it, they move it. If they want something, they make it happen. Miracles, almost.

This new world was a vicious, sleek world made of street lights and tight jeans, sharp smiles and fast cars. This was a city, edited. A city, pared down to its bare minimums, beautiful and abusive.

The guitar," I said, "will only obey its master." "Yeah," Cole agreed, "but Grace isn't here." He grinned at me slyly.

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

Adam had once told Gansey, "Rags to riches isn't a story anyone wants to hear until after it's done.

Why did everything feel like saying good-bye?

Grace reached over and began stroking her fingers through my hair. I closed my eyes and let her drive me crazy.