Okay, outside," the clerk said. "Conversation outside. Bye! Have a nice night!

She wore a dress Ronan thought looked like a lampshade. Whatever sort of lamp it belonged on, Gansey clearly wished he had one. Ronan wasn't a fan of lamps.

It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.

Mom, you're the one who said to never stop in case I get raped or picked up by a democrat.

I looked good when I sang the end.

I hated this. I hated knowing what I wanted and knowing what was right and knowing they weren't the same thing.

He was jingling his keys in the pocket of his coat -- one of those barn coats described as rugged and classic and four hundred dollar that were usually worn by people who spend more time in Land Rovers than barns.