Sam laughed, a funny, self-deprecating laugh. "You did read a lot. And spent too much time just inside the kitchen window, where I couldn't see you v….

You look like a puppy. Like I'm jingling my keys and you're jumping by the door waiting for your walk" "Woof..

All that mattered was that something had struck the match, and Gansey was burning..

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

When I was a child, I was one of the kids who wore black all the time, and when the kids asked me why I wore black, I said things like, 'I'm mourning….

I could have screamed, but I didn’t. I could have fought, but I didn’t. I just lay there and let it happen, watching the winter-white sky go gray abo….

I don't care for werewolves. They're all right, I guess, if you go for the shedding, savaging the country-side thing. But they're not very scary nor ….

Grace,” I said, very softly. “Say something.” Sam,” she said, and I crushed her to me..

Mom, you're the one who said to never stop in case I get raped or picked up by a democrat..

Cole," I said, "Don't lose this number..

It wasn’t a touch that said I need more. It was a touch that said I want this..

Hi,' I said, and I hugged her. I missed her more now that I actually had her in my arms than when I hadn't..

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

I knew he wouldn't come, but I howled anyway, and when I did, the other wolves would pass images of him to me of what he looked like: lithe, gray, ye….

With Blue here, he was beginning to feel as if possibly he'd overdone it with the helicopter. He wondered if it would make Blue feel better or worse ….

She kissed me harder, breath huffing into my mouth, and bit my lip. Oh, hell that was amazing. I growled before I could stop myself..

Overhead, the stars were wheeling and infinite, a complicated mobile made by giants..

They were always walking away from him. But he never seemed able to walk away from them..

All these perfect days, made of glass Put on the shelf where they can cast perfect shadows that stretch and grow on the imperfect days down below. ..….

People don't change who they are. They only change what they do with it..

And there is the girl. When I first see her and her dun mare from my vantage point on the cliff road, I am struck first not by the fact that she is a….