Sean looks at me then, his eyes bright, in a way that makes me feel out of sorts. I glare back.

I considered calling Grace to ask her what I should say to a reticent suicidal werewolf, but I'd left my phone somewhere. Car, maybe.

Gansey could’ve had any and all of the friends that he wanted. Instead he had chosen the three of them, three guys who should’ve, for three different reasons, been friendless.

The tourists always seem to want something. On Thisby, it's less about wanting, and more about being." I wonder after I say it if he'll think I sound like have no drive or ambition.

This time, it was more of a thought than a feeling, a soft heat that began at her mouth and unfurled through the rest of her.

Lunch." I said. "Immediately. I'm going to wither away to absolutely nothing. Then you'll be racked with guilt." "I doubt it.

Wow, you're never allowed to sleep late again. You're crankier than a fat guy in stilettos.