Gansey leaned back, head thrown to the side, drunken and silly with happiness. "I love this car," he said, loud enough to be heard over the engine. "I should buy four more of them. I'll just open the door of one to fall in to the other. One can be a living room, one can be my kitchen, I'll sleep in one..." "And the fourth? Butler's pantry?" Blue shouted. "Don't be so selfish. Guest room.

I am not a huge fan of the one-sided pining romances where the guy is a perfect love-object because we don't see inside his head.

She wasn't interested in telling other people's futures. She was interested in going out and finding her own.

Mum liked to say that some things happen for a reason, that sometimes obstacles were there to stop you from doing something stupid.

This time, it was more of a thought than a feeling, a soft heat that began at her mouth and unfurled through the rest of her.

From Ronan's room, he heard Noah's laugh. He and Ronan were throwing various objects from the second-story window to the parking low below. There was a terrific crash. Ronan's voice rose, exasperated. "Not that one, Noah.

Wake me up Wake me up, you said But I was sleeping, too I was dreaming But now I"m waking up Still waking up I can see the sun