Well,” said Ronan, “I hope he likes it. I’ve pulled a muscle.” Gansey scoffed, “Doing what? You were standing watch.” “Opening my hood.

It was exactly what I wanted-beautiful distraction.

There is something very shocking about seeing him standing dark and still on our doorstep. I lean the door a ways. The night's getting chilly. "You got away from the yard." "Is it still all right?" "It's all right. It's me and Gabe and Finn and Tommy Falk." "I've brought this." He holds up the bread, which is clearly a Palson's loaf, and it's still so fresh that I can smell the warmth of it. He must've come straight from there.

There was nothing particularly intimate about the way they sat, but something about the scene made Gansey feel strange, like he’d heard an unpleasant statement and later forgotten everything about the words but the way they had made him feel.

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

The way Gansey saw it was this: if you had a special knack for finding things, it meant you owed the world to look.

When you traffic in monsters, that's the risk you run, that you'll find one too monstrous to stomach.