We sat like that for a long while, and when we stood up, all my sad things were in boxes, and Beck was my father.

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.

Being Adam Parrish was a complicated thing, a wonder of muscles and organs, synapses and nerves. He was a miracle of moving parts, a study in survival. The most important thing to Adam Parrish, though, had always been free will, the ability to be his own master. This was the important thing. It had always been the important thing. This was what it was to be Adam.

It's rude to stare, but the great thing about staring at a sedated person is that they don't know you're doing it.

I don't think I ever believed in love, not really. Just though it was something James Bond made up, a long time ago, to get laid.

Hi,' I said, and I hugged her. I missed her more now that I actually had her in my arms than when I hadn't.

Blue thought about what Gansey had said, about being wealthy in love. And she thought about Adam, still collapsed on their sofa downstairs. If he had no one to wrap their arms around him when he was sad, could he be forgiven for letting his anger lead him?