I'd always liked jogging because it was a place to think.

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.

Gansey studied Adam's erratic handwriting. His letters always looked like they were running from something.

When the end comes, dark and hungry I'll be alone, love When the end comes, black and starving I'll say good-bye, love.-from Golden Tongue: The Poems of Steven Slaughter

Can I ask you a question?" "You already have." He paused, considering. "Can I ask you two questions, then?" "You already have.

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

We are shoulder to shoulder due to the size of the cab, and if Gratton is made of flour and potatoes, Sean is made of stone and driftwood and possibly those prickly anemones that sometimes wash up on shore.