Sam: “I—it’s—I’m not an animal.

The one reality was this: He was home. How badly he wanted to stay.

There are only two reasons a non-seer would see a spirit on St. Mark's Eve," Neeve said. "Either you're his true love . . . or you killed him.

I was suddenly struck by how dissimilar we were. It occurred to me that if Grace and I were objects, she would be an elaborate digital clock, synced up with the World Clock in London with technical perfection, and I’d be a snow globe – shaken memories in a glass ball.

There's a metaphor for the American public in here," Gansey murmered darkly, "but it escapes me at the moment.

I have a certain avoidance of reality that makes fantasy an ideal choice for me.

Mutual, respectful, enduring love is completely attainable as long as you swear you won't settle for less.