As I handed her the bag, the old scars on my wrist throbbed with buried memories.

She screamed, the high scream that was neither human nor animal but something terrible in between, the sort of sound that you never forget no matter how many beautiful things you hear afterward.

While I'm gone," Gansey said, pausing, "dream me the world. Something new for every night.

Gansey appeared beside Blue in the doorway. He shook his empty bottle at her. "Fair trade," he told her in a way that indicated he had selected a fair-trade coffee beverage entirely so that he could tell Blue that he had selected a fair-trade coffee beverage so that she could tell him well done with your carbon footprint and all that jazz. Blue said, "Better recycle that bottle.

He was brother to a liar and brother to an angel, son of a dream and son of a dreamer.

The truth is, until you know any different, the island is enough. Actually, I know different. And it's still enough.

She breathed. "This is lovely." It was for Adam, not Gansey, but she saw Gansey glance over his shoulder at her.