Sam reached his hand toward mine and I automatically put my fingers in his.

Sometimes Ronan thought Adam was so used to the right way being painful that he doubted any path that didn’t come with agony.

Sam looked at me, yellow eyes catching and holding me. "I miss being me. I miss you. All the time.

She liked to imagine him stealing a glimpse of her over the backyard fence, proudly watching his strange daughter daydream under the beech tree. Blue was awfully fond of her father, considering she'd never met him.

That's a depressing and practical thought," Sam said. "I'd rather it was something magical.

I'd always liked jogging because it was a place to think.

Strange what love taught you about your faults.