I have to walk dogs." "Oh," Gansey replied, sounding deflated. "Well, okay." "But it'll only take an hour." "Oh," he repeated, about fourteen shades brighter. "Shall I pick you up, then?

I like to hear from my readers, and I like to feel like I'm part of a bigger community of readers and writers.

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.

Delia was an overbearing cake with condescending frosting, and frankly, I was on a diet.

If she and Sam ever had kids, they'd be gluten-intolerant out of self-defence.

He was brother to a liar and brother to an angel, son of a dream and son of a dreamer.

I couldn't think of anything to say. I was idiotically entranced by the way he said "Grace." The tone of it. The way his lips formed the vowels. The timbre of his voice stuck in my head like music.