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

He was struck by the details of the moment. This was something he needed to remember, when he dreamt. This feeling right here: heart thudding, pollen sticky on his fingertips, July pricking sweat at his breastbone, the smell of gasoline and someone else's charcoal grill.

There was no sun; there was no light. I was dying. I couldn't remember what the sky looked like. But I didn't die. I was lost to a sea of cold, and then I was reborn into a world of warmth.

Sean looks at me then, his eyes bright, in a way that makes me feel out of sorts. I glare back.

you just can't wait to get out of your head, can you?" "if you were in here you might want that too.

There's no such thing as a good book or a bad book. There's a book that matters to a reader.

Are there any other missing persons living under your roof? Elvis? Jimmy Hoffa? Amelia Earhart? I'd just like full disclosure now, before we go any further.