Grace, who haunted my thoughts when I couldn’t dream

I think they're here because I thought they ought to be here," Gansey said. Blue replied sarcastically. "Okay, God.

Death smells like birthday cake.

Sam,' the girl said. 'Sam.' She was the past present and future. I wanted to answer , but I was broken.

When we kissed, it didn't matter that I had been a wolf hours ago, or that I would be a wolf again. It didn't matter that a thousand snares were laid for us as soon as we left this moment. All that mattered was this: our noses touching, the softness of his mouth, the ache inside me.

He was a patient with a diagnosis that he couldn't understand.

I was wild and tame and pulled into shreds and crushed into being all at once.