He left Chainsaw behind, much to her irritation. Ronan didn't want her to learn any bad language.

It is possible to be in love with you just because of who you are.

Are you alone?" So that's what this call was about. For some reason, the question made my throat tighten. "No," I said, "Elvis is here. Would you like to talk to him?

The piebald mare paws at the sand; I see her digging out of the corner of my eye and hear her grinding her teeth. That bridle's her curse, this island her prison. She still smells of rot.

Ronan didn't need physics. He could intimidate even a piece of plywood into doing what he wanted.

I’d always thought I was above being fascinated by anyone but myself.

I say, 'I will not be your weakness, Sean Kendrick.' Now he looks at me. He says, very softly, 'It's late for that, Puck.