He was brother to a liar and brother to an angel, son of a dream and son of a dreamer.

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

Sailing to an island unknown Failing to find your way home you walk under a sea leagues beneath us

When Gansey was polite, it made him powerful. When Adam was polite, he was giving power away.

His wife's a brand of Christian that forbids a gathering that involves young women dancing in the streets but not races where men die

Clutter is my natural habitat.

I wasn’t sure what expression I was expecting her to wear when she saw that it was me. I’d braced myself for disgust or anger. But she just looked at me like I was — nothing. An annoyance, maybe.