Wow, you're never allowed to sleep late again. You're crankier than a fat guy in stilettos.

The boy had my wolf's eyes.

Blue was awfully fond of her father, considering she'd never met him.

I hear laughter and someone asks if I need help, not in a nice way. I snarl, "What I need is for your mother to have thought a little harder nine months before your birthday.

Sam looked at me, yellow eyes catching and holding me. "I miss being me. I miss you. All the time.

It was a sort of ferocious, quiet beauty, the sort that wouldn't let you admire it. The sort of beauty that always hurt.

You are being self-pitying." "I'm nearly done. You don't have much more of this to bear." "I like you better this way." "Crushed and broken," Gansey said. "Just the way women like 'em.