This is the story of a boy who used to be a wolf, and a girl who became one

Sam: “I—it’s—I’m not an animal.

Then I picked my book back up again and stroked her hair and read to the soundtrack of her breaths.

Sam: For once in my life, I was here and nowhere else.

I'm already waiting when Puck gets to the top of the cliffs. I'm not the only one; about two dozen race tourists have made perches out of rocks, watching Corr and me as closely as they dare. Puck glares at them all, searing enough that some of them flinch in surprise. I'm not certain what to expect from her after last night. I don't know how to address her. I don't know what she expects from me or what I expect from me. What I get is a wordless hello and a November cake in my hand.

When Gansey was polite, it made him powerful. When Adam was polite, he was giving power away.

He was not as soft as when I'd first met him, not as young, but the angles of his face, his quick gestures, the way he sucked in his lower lip to think before going on - I was in love with all of it.