My whole life, I had thought that my story was, again and again: Once upon a time, there was a boy, and he had to risk everything to keep what he lov….

Taking risks is not being suicidal. Otherwise, skydivers need serious help..

There was no sun; there was no light. I was dying. I couldn't remember what the sky looked like. But I didn't die. I was lost to a sea of cold, and t….

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

What are you wishing for?' Grace interrupted. 'To kiss you,' I said to her..

I turned back to my extracurricular study of death and disease. Because no matter what Grace thought, I knew that in Mercy Falls, it's never over.

Grace. I held on to that name. If I kept that in my head, I would be OK. Grace. I was shaking, shaking; my skin peeling away. Grace. My bones squeeze….

I whisper like the sea in the horse's ear..

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

Grace: The idea was immediately unbearable, only because I wanted it to be true so badly it hurt.

The guitar," I said, "will only obey its master." "Yeah," Cole agreed, "but Grace isn't here." He grinned at me slyly..

Sean takes my ponytail in his hand, his fingers touching my neck, and then he tucks my hair into my collar out of the reach of the wind. He avoids my….

I tired the back door -- unlocked. Truley the Man Upstairs was smiling down on me..

Everything mattered and nothing did, and I was tired of trying to find out how both of those things were true. I was an itch that I'd scratched so ha….

[I]t just makes me tired even thinking about it. It reminds me of that feeling I had before I left. Like my lungs were made of lead. Like I can't eve….

Sorry for hurting you, she said right in my ear, but it wasn't really an apology, because you don't bite someone's earlobe to tell them you're sorry..

I couldn't think of anything to say. I was idiotically entranced by the way he said "Grace." The tone of it. The way his lips formed the vowels. The ….

She could've looked at the tiny miracles in front of her: my feet, my hands, my fingers, the shape of my shoulders beneath my jacket, my human body, ….

Maura whirled towards Blue. "Blue, if you ever see that man again, you just walk the other way." "No," Calla corrected. "Kick him in the nuts. Then r….

Gansey had no idea how old Blue was. He knew she'd just finished eleventh grade. Maybe she was sixteen. Maybe she was eighteen. Maybe she was twenty-….

Fate," Blue replied, glowering at her mother, "is a very weighty word to throw around before breakfast..