At the door to the helicopter, Gansey looked bad over his shoulder at them, his smile complicated when he saw them holding hands.

It occurred to me that there was a story behind the scar -- maybe not as dramatic as the story of my wrists, but a story nonetheless -- and the fact that everyone had a story behind some mark on their inside or outside suddenly exhausted me, the gravity of all those untold pasts.

Lunch." I said. "Immediately. I'm going to wither away to absolutely nothing. Then you'll be racked with guilt." "I doubt it.

You're not that girl,' Cole said, sounding tired. 'Trust me, I've seen enough of them to know. Look. Don't cry. You're not that girl either.' 'Oh yeah? What girl am I?' 'I'll let you know when I figure it out. Just don't cry.

you're like a siren, leading me into dangerous places

This is what you get, Maura, for using your DNA to make a baby.

He didn't like to see either of the women in his family disappointed; it ruined perfectly good meals.