Shhhhhh, shhhhhh, says the sea, but I don't believe her.

Gansey studied Adam's erratic handwriting. His letters always looked like they were running from something.

and i am a boy waiting-for the heat and fruitfulness of summer,waiting to see who will walk out of those woods for me. Waiting for my lovely summer girl

I'm not done writing songs about you yet.

She reached down and traced my eyebrows. 'You do have really beautiful eyes.' 'We get to keep them,' I said. Grace started at my voice. 'What?' 'It's the one thing we keep. Our eyes stay the same.' I unclenched my fists. 'I was born with these eyes. I was born for this life.

Teenagers want to be able to fight for what's right - but finding out what's right is now 90 percent of the battle.

...she made her home in between the pages of books.