My wolf was a cute guy and he was holding my hand. I could die happy.

There's a metaphor for the American public in here," Gansey murmered darkly, "but it escapes me at the moment.

Could others hold him?" His face remains the same. "There are no others. You're the only one." I swallow. "I can hold him.

I remember [in teenage years] thinking there were a lot of check boxes out there to sort teens into appropriate molds, and they didn't seem to make check boxes for whatever it was that I had grown up into. I definitely explore that a lot in my novels.

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

Arbores loqui latine. The trees speak Latin.

I slithered out of the sinkhole on my stomach. It was not the sexiest move I'd ever performed, but I was impressed nonetheless.