He is slow, and the sea sings to us both, but he returns to me.

Nobody ever sees this part,” I said. “It doesn’t matter if it’s pretty.” “So it’s like track six on an album,” Cole said.

Can I ask you a question?" "You already have." He paused, considering. "Can I ask you two questions, then?" "You already have.

He sounded absolutely miserable. “Are you ever going to speak to me?

Are there any other missing persons living under your roof? Elvis? Jimmy Hoffa? Amelia Earhart? I'd just like full disclosure now, before we go any further.

Blue thought about what Gansey had said, about being wealthy in love. And she thought about Adam, still collapsed on their sofa downstairs. If he had no one to wrap their arms around him when he was sad, could he be forgiven for letting his anger lead him?

She leaned toward me, offering her neck, and I kissed her just behind her ear.