It was the stop that happened when you made up your mind to confess, but your mouth betrayed you in the end.

Mum once told Dad that vices are only vices when looked at through the frame of society.

Or even tell me it's because you could not live without The Boy's stunning Boyfruits for another night..." Sam's face was twisted into a weird shape at the mention of his Boyfruits.

I wanted a library like this...[] A cave of words that I'd made myself.

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

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

I like you better this way." For some reason, admitting this made her face go hot right away; she was very glad that he still had his face pressed into his pillow and the other boys were still in Noah's room. "Crushed and broken," Gansey said. "Just the way women like 'em.