My friend is having his period," I told the pizza guy, and handed him his tip. "He needs Britney and extra cheese to get him through it. I'm trying to be supportive.

Boys,' she says, 'just aren't very good at being afraid.

Maura had decided sometime before Blue's birth that it was barbaric to order children about, and so Blue had grown up surrounded by imperative question marks.

I whisper like the sea in the horse's ear.

The journal and Gansey were clearly long acquainted, and he wanted her to know. This is me. The real me.

Peppermint swirled into my nostrils, sharp as glass, then raspberry almost to sweet, like too-ripe fruit. Apple, crisp and pure. Nuts, buttery, warm, earthy

His face was just strange enough that she wanted to keep looking at it.