In his head, his mother said, 'People shout when they don’t have the vocabulary to whisper'.

She wore a dress Ronan thought looked like a lampshade. Whatever sort of lamp it belonged on, Gansey clearly wished he had one. Ronan wasn't a fan of lamps.

I am alone in the world, and yet not alone enough to make each hour holy. I am lowly in this world, and yet not lowly enough for me to be just a thing to you, dark and shrewd. I want my will and I want to go with my will as it moves towards action. And I want, in those silent, somehow faltering times, to be with someone who knows, or else alone. I want to reflect everything about you, and I never want to be too blind or too ancient to keep your profound wavering image with me. I want to unfold. I don't want to be folded anywhere, because there, where I'm folded, I am a lie.

If she and Sam ever had kids, they'd be gluten-intolerant out of self-defence.

My wolf was a cute guy and he was holding my hand. I could die happy.

Knowing what I was, and wanting me, anyway.

The one reality was this: He was home. How badly he wanted to stay.