Occupation: Writer Birth: November 18, 1981
I could live inside a G major chord, with Grace, if she was willing..
This car was a very pretty lie..
Oh, I'll buy fourteen dresses and build a road and name it after myself and try one of everything at Palsson's." Though I don't quite look up, I can ….
Panic leads to carelessness, and carelessness creates accidents..
Arbores loqui latine. The trees speak Latin..
Cole grasped a handful of vials and syringes with one hand and dumped them on the island in front of me. They rolled and whirled in misshapen circles….
There are only two reasons a non-seer would see a spirit on St. Mark's Eve," Neeve said. "Either you're his true love . . . or you killed him..
Its beyond him now. its time for you to do you own thing." "My thing? my thing only worked if Grace was here to make it work. without Grace, i have a….
I'm always sure of what I do," he said. "Sometimes I was just never sure there was supposed to be a happy ending..
Fro and to in my dreams to you To the haunting tune of the harp For the price I paid when you died that day I paid that day with my heart Fro and to ….
It was the way she felt when she looked at the stars..
Sean looks at me then, his eyes bright, in a way that makes me feel out of sorts. I glare back..
"That's a poor match, Sean Kendrick," says a voice at my elbow. It's the other sister from Fathom & Sons, and she follows my gaze to Puck. "Neither o….
Grace, who haunted my thoughts when I couldn’t dream.
Luke', I said, and immediately added, 'My boyfriend.' My supernatural, doomed, gorgeous, killer boyfriend..
Is that all?" she whispered. Gansey closed his eyes. "That's all there is..
The inside of the old Camaro smelled like asphalt and desire, gasoline and dreams..
There's a metaphor for the American public in here," Gansey murmered darkly, "but it escapes me at the moment..
What were you thinking about? When I came in?" "Being Sam," I said. "What a nice thing to be," Grace said. And then she smiled, bigger and bigger, un….
My chest ached, my body speaking a language my head didn't quite understand. I waited. But Grace, the only person in the world I wanted to know me, j….
His heart hurt with the wanting of it, the hurt no less painful for being difficult to explain..