It's a strange thing, to be talked about instead of talked to.
Sean takes my ponytail in his hand, his fingers touching my neck, and then he tucks my hair into my collar out of the reach of the wind. He avoids my gaze. Then he links his arm back around me and pushes his calf into Corr's side.
Ronan Lynch lived with every sort of secret.
Write the book you've always wanted to read, but can't find on the shelf.
She couldn't make it untrue.
You are being self-pitying." "I'm nearly done. You don't have much more of this to bear." "I like you better this way." "Crushed and broken," Gansey said. "Just the way women like 'em.