His was the disease we couldn’t cure. His was the good-bye that meant the most

Adam had once told Gansey, "Rags to riches isn't a story anyone wants to hear until after it's done.

And then I did laugh, even though the future was a dangerous place, because I loved her, and she loved me, and the world was beautiful.

you just can't wait to get out of your head, can you?" "if you were in here you might want that too.

There is something very shocking about seeing him standing dark and still on our doorstep. I lean the door a ways. The night's getting chilly. "You got away from the yard." "Is it still all right?" "It's all right. It's me and Gabe and Finn and Tommy Falk." "I've brought this." He holds up the bread, which is clearly a Palson's loaf, and it's still so fresh that I can smell the warmth of it. He must've come straight from there.

The guitar," I said, "will only obey its master." "Yeah," Cole agreed, "but Grace isn't here." He grinned at me slyly.

I couldn't imagine anyone ever reading a book enough to make it look like that. It looked like it had been driven over by a school bus after someone had taken a bath with it.