The air moved slowly around his body, somehow tangible, gold flaked, every dust mote a lantern.
The key, Gansey found, was that you had to believe that they existed; you had to realized they were part of something bigger. Some secrets only gave themselves up to those who'd proven themselves worthy.
Blue was a fanciful, but sensible thing. Like a platypus, or one of those sandwiches that had been cut into circles for a fancy tea party.
As always, there was an all-American war hero look to him, coded in his tousled brown hair, his summer-narrowed hazel eyes, the straight nose that ancient Anglo-Saxons had graciously passed on to him. Everything about him suggested valor and power an...
People shout when they don't have the vocabulary to whisper.
Ronan did not smoke; he preferred his habits with hangovers.
He didn't like to see either of the women in his family disappointed; it ruined perfectly good meals.
Fate," Blue replied, glowering at her mother, "is a very weighty word to throw around before breakfast.
Adam wasn't certain what came first with Blue--her treating the boys as friends, or them all becoming friends. It seemed to Adam that this circular way to build relationships required a healthy amount of self-confidence to undertake. And it was a str...
His mind was logical, but his traitorous heart stuttered from beat to beat.
Listening to him tell the story now, it was clear to Adam that Glendower was more than a historical figure to Gansey. He was everything Gansey wished he could be: wise and brave, sure of his path, touched by the supernatural, respected by all, surviv...
Blue remained secretly hopeful that, somewhere out there in the world, there were other odd people like her.
If I were a tree, I would have no reason to love a human.
We have to be back in three hours," Ronan said. "I just fed Chainsaw but she'll need it again." "This," Gansey replied "is precisely why I didn't want to have a baby with you.
Don't panic. Are you sitting? You probably don't need to sit. Well, possibly. At least lean on something.
In her small voice, Persephone said, "I have nothing to add." After a moment of consideration, she added, however, "If you are going to punch someone, don't put your thumb inside your fist. It would be a shame to break it.
Please just tell me where you are. His heart hurt with the wanting of it, the hurt no less painful fro being difficult to explain.
Being Adam Parrish was a complicated thing, a wonder of muscles and organs, synapses and nerves. He was a miracle of moving parts, a study in survival. The most important thing to Adam Parrish, though, had always been free will, the ability to be his...
