With his back to us, Sean tugs the halter from the mare's head. She kicks out, but he steps out of the way as if it were nothing at all. With a shake of her mane, she leaps mightily into the water. For a moment she struggles over the waves, and then she is swimming. Just a wild black horse in a deep blue sea full of the ashes of other dead boys.

You could write a book about things that you can't find on-line.

Peeling off my skin / leaving just my eyes behind / You see inside my head / Still know that you are mine.

In that moment, Blue was a little in love with all of them. Their magic. Their quest. Their awfulness and strangeness. Her raven boys.

This is the story of a boy who used to be a wolf, and a girl who became one

The way Gansey saw it was this: if you had a special knack for finding things, it meant you owed the world to look.

I'm not done writing songs about you yet.