My hand aching because grace wasn't underneath it 3!

It seemed like the best weapons in my life had always been the most innocuous: empty plastic bins, a blank CD, an unmarked syringe, my smile in a dark room.

Then I picked my book back up again and stroked her hair and read to the soundtrack of her breaths.

Oh, filmmakers, please don't take my soft book and turn it into a horror, or take my horror and make it soft.

We don't have time to be sad

Sam reached his hand toward mine and I automatically put my fingers in his. With a guilty little smile he pulled my hand toward his nose and took a sniff and then another one. His smile widened though it was still shy. It was absolutely adorable and my breath got caught somewhere in my throat.

I think they're here because I thought they ought to be here," Gansey said. Blue replied sarcastically. "Okay, God.