It's easy to convince men to love you, Puck. All you have to do is be a mountain they have to climb or a poem they don't understand.

Are you alone?" So that's what this call was about. For some reason, the question made my throat tighten. "No," I said, "Elvis is here. Would you like to talk to him?

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

the intermittent breeze carried her scent to me again and again , singing in another language of memories from another form .

She wasn't interested in telling other people's futures. She was interested in going out and finding her own.

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.

Then Maura made something with butter and Calla made something with bacon and Blue steamed broccoli in self-defense.