He danced on the knife’s edge between awareness and sleep. When he dreamt like this, he was a king. The world was his to bend. His to burn.

I'll cook the water.

It occurred to me then that I was the opposite of my father. Because I was very, very good at destroying things.

names are a way to keep people in your mind

At the door to the helicopter, Gansey looked bad over his shoulder at them, his smile complicated when he saw them holding hands.

The inside of the old Camaro smelled like asphalt and desire, gasoline and dreams.

Then I picked my book back up again and stroked her hair and read to the soundtrack of her breaths.