I don't trust the ocean, either; it would kill me as soon as not. It doesn't mean I'm afraid of it.

He smiled tolerantly at her. Rubbing his smooth chin its recently assassinated chin hairs, he studied her. She barely came up to Ronan's shoulder, but she was every bit as big as he, every bit as present.

Gansey studied Adam's erratic handwriting. His letters always looked like they were running from something.

His mother had told him that when you looked into the eyes of God at the pearly gates, all the questions you ever had were answered. Ronan had a lot of questions. Waking Glendower might be like that. Fewer angels attending, and maybe a heavier Welsh accent. Slightly less judgment.

Is that all?" she whispered. Gansey closed his eyes. "That's all there is.

There was something unbearably sexy about cars at night, Ronan thought. The way the fenders twisted the light and reflected the road, the way every driver became anonymous. The sight of them knocked his heartbeat askew.

I guess now would be a good time to tell you," He said. "I took Chainsaw out of my dreams.