Here is another secret: I have no business being fascinated by you.

All that mattered was that something had struck the match, and Gansey was burning.

But love isn't quantifiable on paper.

I remember lying in the snow, a small red spot of warm going cold, surrounded by wolves.

If I were a tree, I would have no reason to love a human.

Are you sure you want to go out with someone with that kind of history? ...He could have a psychotic break. I read that people get those when they're twenty-eight.

Gansey turned the key. The engine turned over once, paused for the briefest of moments - and then roared to deafening life. The Camaro lived to fight another day. The radio was even working, playing the Stevie Nicks song that always sounded to Gansey like it was about a one-winged dove.