The journal and Gansey were clearly long acquainted, and he wanted her to know. This is me. The real me.

The big thing in my family growing up is that everybody had to play a musical instrument. We were like the von Trapps.

here we were again , always saying good-bye

World of words lost on the living / I take my place with the walking dead / Robbed of my voice I'm always giving / Thousands of words to this nameless dread.

I was trying to decide if you still had free will as a wolf. If I was a terrible person for planning to drug my girlfriend and drag her back to my house to keep in the basement.

Finn never looks more excited - he just gets faster. Finns are generally slow-moving creatures.

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.