Some days seem to fit together like a stained glass window. A hundred little pieces of different color and mood that, when combined, create a complete picture.

I think they're here because I thought they ought to be here," Gansey said. Blue replied sarcastically. "Okay, God.

his yellow eyes gazed at me possessively -- I wondered if he realized that the way he looked at me was far more intimate than copping a feel could ever be.

I'm always sure of what I do," he said. "Sometimes I was just never sure there was supposed to be a happy ending.

I'm so tired I never want to wake up again. But I've figured out now that it was never them that made me feel that way. It was just me, all along.

He danced on the knife’s edge between awareness and sleep. When he dreamt like this, he was a king. The world was his to bend. His to burn.

All that mattered was that something had struck the match, and Gansey was burning.