One happy day for every falling leaf you catch. Sam's voice was low.

Sometimes Ronan thought Adam was so used to the right way being painful that he doubted any path that didn’t come with agony.

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.

I wasn’t sure if I was charmed by his reluctance to share a bed with a girl or insulted that, apparently, I wasn’t hot enough for him to charge the mattress like a bull.

Look, I realize both of you could happily strangle each other across the table, but I don't think that's the most effective use of our time, and frankly, I don't think I have enough money to tip the waitress for that kind of clean-up. And look, here's lunch. Let's eat that instead of eachother.

My hand aching because grace wasn't underneath it 3!

She leaned toward me, offering her neck, and I kissed her just behind her ear.