Ronan kept staring at Whelk. He was good at staring. There was something about his stare that took something from the other person.

Because you know that's not how you want it to end. You know I'd love to have you with me, and it will be that way, one day. But this isn't the way it ought to happen.

Life's pain. You just have to get over as much of it as you can. -Isabel Culpeper

When you traffic in monsters, that's the risk you run, that you'll find one too monstrous to stomach.

I'm having a psychic moment. It involves you and me." Distracted, Gansey glanced up from the computer screen. "Were you talking to me or Ronan?" "Either. I'm flexible." Blue made a small, terrible noise. "I would appreciate if you'd turn your inner eye towards the water.

The inside of the old Camaro smelled like asphalt and desire, gasoline and dreams.

The piebald mare paws at the sand; I see her digging out of the corner of my eye and hear her grinding her teeth. That bridle's her curse, this island her prison. She still smells of rot.