My parents had always been so careful with me, until the day they decided I needed to die.

Hello, lovely. You're as pretty as pretty today.

Your hair is all funky in the morning.

whether they'll write the story of my life as a tragedy or an epic fantasy... I was wondering if it was going to be a kiss at the end, or sad music and a sweeping camera shot over the fields I once roamed freely. I'm hoping for the kiss, but expecting the sweeping camera shot.

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

Is this thing safe?" "Safe as life," Gansey replied.

Gansey turned the key. The engine turned over once, paused for the briefest of moments - and then roared to deafening life. The Camaro lived to fight another day. The radio was even working, playing the Stevie Nicks song that always sounded to Gansey like it was about a one-winged dove.