The only thing was, she didn't really want to see the future. What she wanted was to see something no one else could see or would see, and maybe that was asking for more magic that was in the world.

His wife's a brand of Christian that forbids a gathering that involves young women dancing in the streets but not races where men die

Do you have it on your person?" my father asked. "Jesus" I replied. "My person has it in her purse.

The truth is, until you know any different, the island is enough. Actually, I know different. And it's still enough.

How do you know I wouldn't have just been happy with the truth? I don’t care if my father was a deadbeat named Butternut. It doesn't change anything right now.” “His name wasn't really Butternut, was it?” Gansey asked Adam in a low voice.

My friend is having his period," I told the pizza guy, and handed him his tip. "He needs Britney and extra cheese to get him through it. I'm trying to be supportive.

The journal and Gansey were clearly long acquainted, and he wanted her to know. This is me. The real me.