I feel like I have so many stories basting in my mind, and they come busting out when they're ready.

But by blood, no wolf am I

Sean takes my ponytail in his hand, his fingers touching my neck, and then he tucks my hair into my collar out of the reach of the wind. He avoids my gaze. Then he links his arm back around me and pushes his calf into Corr's side.

Sam laughed, a funny, self-deprecating laugh. "You did read a lot. And spent too much time just inside the kitchen window, where I couldn't see you very well." "And not enough time mostly naked in front of my bedroom window?" I teased. Sam turned bright red. "That," he said, "is so not the point of this conversation.

Mum liked to say that some things happen for a reason, that sometimes obstacles were there to stop you from doing something stupid.

If Adam was stupid about his pride, Gansey was stupid about Adam.

I had risked everything, and I had nothing to show for it but my open hand, lying empty and palm up toward the ceiling.