For a second, he was still, blinking. Then he shook off all the blankets and coats so that his arms were free and he wrapped them around me as tightl….

We sat like that for a long while, and when we stood up, all my sad things were in boxes, and Beck was my father..

I leaned across the table towards the crumb-thrower. "Do that again," I said, loud enough to be heard over the opera singer, Dolly, my mother, and th….

here we were again , always saying good-bye.

She couldn't make it untrue..

I feel a strange, fierce squeeze in my heart when I see him, like pride, although there's nothing about Sean that I can take credit for..

His home was populated by things and creatures from Niall Lynch's dreams, and his mother was just another one of them.

she waited to change , and i waited to change , and we both wanted what we couldn't have.

I'd learned a long time ago that one of the finest weapons in my arsenal was my ability to invade personal space.

You know what I mean. I'm telling you I was stupid over it. I thought it was about trying so hard to survive that you didn't have the time to be a go….

Sean reaches between us and slides a thin bracelet of red ribbons over my free hand. Lifting my arm, he presses his lips against the inside of my wri….

When Ronan thought of Gansey, he thought of moving into Monmouth Manufacturing, of nights spent in companionable insomnia, of a summer searching for ….

Oh! Your hand is cold." Ashley cupped her fingers against her shirt to warm them. "I've been dead for seven years," Noah said. "That's as warm as the….

He sounded absolutely miserable. “Are you ever going to speak to me?.

I don't think I'd like to argue with you," I say. "I think it would be a very dissatisfying pastime..

It's all you think about, all you talk about, and all you want us to talk about. What in the world would we call something like that? Oh, yeah! An ob….

i never pegged you for a fan of the obvious, sam", "i'm not, otherwise, i would've said, 'hey, shouldn't you be in school ?'", "touche.

There is something very shocking about seeing him standing dark and still on our doorstep. I lean the door a ways. The night's getting chilly. "You g….

I think that whenever a book is not a challenge, I'm telling the wrong story..

What's that?' Beck shoved his back ineffectually against the glass door, suffering under the weight of a huge box. 'Your brian.' I already have a bra….

I'm very nearly drunk enough to be transcendent," Calla said after a space. She was not the only psychic drinking, but she was the closest one to tra….