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

Gansey turned the key. The engine turned over once, paused for the briefest of moments - and then roared to deafening life. The Camaro lived to fight another day. The radio was even working, playing the Stevie Nicks song that always sounded to Gansey like it was about a one-winged dove.

I'm a dirt road out in the country kind of person, but I remember thinking, I could live in Chicago.

I'm quite happy for that smile, because Dad told me once you should be grateful for the gifts that are the rarest.

i never pegged you for a fan of the obvious, sam", "i'm not, otherwise, i would've said, 'hey, shouldn't you be in school ?'", "touche

I'm having a psychic moment. It involves you and me." Distracted, Gansey glanced up from the computer screen. "Were you talking to me or Ronan?" "Either. I'm flexible." Blue made a small, terrible noise. "I would appreciate if you'd turn your inner eye towards the water.

If I were a tree, I would have no reason to love a human.