It (suicide) became a possibility like Maybe when I grow up, I will be dead. Life was a cake that looked good on the bakery shelf but turned to sawdust and salt when I ate it.
Of course he would count the time that we'd been two entirely different species.
I hated it. I hated this. I hated feeling so terrible because of someone else.
How long it takes us, each day, to know each other.
Scent is the strongest tie to memory.
Calla readjusted, wrapping the silk around her other thigh instead. "Which one's he again? The pretty one?" Blue and Gansey exchanged a look. Blue's look said, I'm so, so sorry. Gansey's said, Am I the pretty one?