Get some money, buy a red coffeepot, move out. Find a new place to plug it in.

I sat on the hill, the wind whispering through the long grass that surrounded me. I stared at the stars and wanted more than what I was and more than what the world was and just - wanted.

I folded myself against her body, breathing in the smell of my new life and matching my heartbeat to hers" Sam, Linger

I was born with these eyes. I was born for this life.

As always, there was an all-American war hero look to him, coded in his tousled brown hair, his summer-narrowed hazel eyes, the straight nose that ancient Anglo-Saxons had graciously passed on to him. Everything about him suggested valor and power and a firm handshake.

It occurred to me then that I was the opposite of my father. Because I was very, very good at destroying things.

I'm having a psychic moment. It involves you and me." Distracted, Gansey glanced up from the computer screen. "Were you talking to me or Ronan?" "Either. I'm flexible." Blue made a small, terrible noise. "I would appreciate if you'd turn your inner eye towards the water.