I remember lying in the snow, a small red spot of warm going cold, surrounded by wolves.

Afterward, Isabel drove me home and I shut myself in the study with Rilke, and I read and I wanted. And leaving you (there arent words to untangle it) Your life, fearful and immense and blossoming, So that, sometimes frustrated, and sometimes understanding Your life is sometimes a stone in you, and then, a star I was beginning to undertand poetry.

Sleep deprivation made his life an imaginary thing, his days a ribbon floating aimlessly in water." - Whelk

This is the story of a boy who used to be a wolf, and a girl who became one

I picture my books as movies when I get stuck, and when I'm working on a new idea, the first thing I do is hit theaters to work out pacing and mood.

Gansey studied Adam's erratic handwriting. His letters always looked like they were running from something.

I just looked at her, feeling utterly empty. I didn't know what I was supposed to say to her. My life is in that bed. Please let me stay.