Do you ever get the feeling that something awful might happen?' James asked me. . . I sat up. 'I'm the awful thing that happens.

Delia was an overbearing cake with condescending frosting, and frankly, I was on a diet.

I was losing sight of the wolf ahead of me; the one inside me seemed closer all of a sudden.

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.

Shhhhhh, shhhhhh, says the sea, but I don't believe her.

It was mint and memories and the past and the future and she felt as if she’d done this before and already she longed to do it again.

My father said once that if I didn't have my mother's ginger hair, I wouldn't blush or curse as easily. Which I though was unfair. I hardly ever curse or blush, even though I've had plenty of days that required both.