There was no other sound in the world like a car crash.

It was nothing, but it was Adam Parrish's nothing. How he hated and loved it. How proud he was of it, how wretched it was.

Blue. My name's Blue Sargent.' 'Blair?' 'Blue.' 'Blaize?' Blue sighed. 'Jane

Okay, outside," the clerk said. "Conversation outside. Bye! Have a nice night!

hey Lynch I didn't leave that car for it to sit while you just blow III

The fact was, by the time she got to high school, being weird and proud of it was an asset. Suddenly cool, Blue could've happily had any number of friends. And she had tried. But the problem with being weird was that everyone else was 'normal'".

All that mattered was that something had struck the match, and Gansey was burning.