He asked for a specific. I gave him a specific. I'm sorry it wasn't puppies.

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

Everything mattered and nothing did, and I was tired of trying to find out how both of those things were true. I was an itch that I'd scratched so hard I was bleeding. I had set out to do the impossible, whatever the impossible might be, only to find out that it was living with myself. Suicide became an expiration date, the day after which I no longer had to try.

I remembered standing in the middle of the street in front of The Crooked Bookshelf, filled with the certainty of a future. I had heard the wolves howling behind the house and remembered how glad I had been to be human.

The dog pranced delightedly around his feet as if he'd been gone to another planet instead of merely underneath a car.

I guess now would be a good time to tell you," He said. "I took Chainsaw out of my dreams.

My chest ached, my body speaking a language my head didn't quite understand. I waited. But Grace, the only person in the world I wanted to know me, just ran a wanting finger over the cover of one of the new hardcovers and walked out of the store without ever realising I was there, right within reach.