His home was populated by things and creatures from Niall Lynch's dreams, and his mother was just another one of them

It was the perfect moment to tell her. This is my last year. But I couldn’t say it. Not yet. I wanted another minute, another hour, another night of pretending this wasn’t the end.

Where do you live?" Adam's mouth was very set. "A place made for leaving" "That's not really an answer." "It's not really a place.

I smiled at the stacks, inhaling again. Hundreds of thousands of pages that had never been turned, waiting for me. The shelves were a warm, blond wood, piled with spines of every color. Staff picks were arranged on tables, glossy covers reflecting the light back at me. Behind the little cubby where the cashier sat, ignoring us, stairs covered with rich burgundy carpet led up to the worlds unknown. 'I could just live here,' I said.

His face was just strange enough that she wanted to keep looking at it.

Sam: “You—you greatly overestimate my self-control.” Grace: “I’m not looking for self-control.

While I'm gone," Gansey said, pausing, "dream me the world. Something new for every night.