Adam Parrish was always thinking about his resources: money, time, sleep. On a school night, even one with supernatural threats breathing on his collar, Ronan knew that Adam would be stingy with all of these; this was how he had stayed alive.
I wanted Isabel, but she was such an impossible thing to want.
I nuzzled my face into his armpit. It smelled very Sam in there.
She drove too fast, and she braked too late, but the thing about Isabel was that she always managed to pull herself up before she went over the edge.
Adam shrugged; the definitions of possible and impossible were negotiable these days.
Oh, angel, I’d take you with me if I could.
Even an expert would see nothing on the first one, and then on the next one, the start of something – mostly outnumbered, easily destroyed – and then more and more until finally this one, something that even the untrained eye could spot. Evidence that we’d probably never be cured of each other, but we might be able to keep it from killing us.
Her mouth had got messier since he met her, more desirous of forbidden kisses.
Pain was a torn piece of paper.
A poor childhood in West Virginia had left Maura with a strong sense of self-reliance, a high tolerance for discomfort, and a black sense of humor.
Gansey’s phone chirruped. He read the message before letting it drop next to the gearshift with a strangled cry. Abruptly melancholy, he lolled his head dismally against the seat. Adam gestured for Ronan to pick up the phone, but Ronan despised phones above almost every other object in the world. So it sat there with its eyebrows raised, waiting.
That night, Ronan dreamt of his tattoo. He had gotten the spreading, intricate tattoo only months before, a little to irritate Declan, a little to see if it was really as bad as everyone said, and definitely so everyone who glimpsed the hooks of it had fair warning. It was full of things from his head, beaks and claws and flowers and vines stuffed into screaming mouths.
Maybe for Mom’s birthday. I have to go. Things might get ugly.” The cell phone speaker made Helen’s laugh a hissing, pitchless thing. “Listen to you, sounding all badass. I bet you’re just listening to a CD called ‘The Sounds of Crime’ while you cruise for chicks outside the Old Navy in your Camaro.
His words were so soft that the wind nearly destroyed them.
So long as clients lived in the area, she guaranteed to let them know if they or a local loved one was bound to die in the next twelve months.
I just want you to look at your future as a world where anything is possible.
Gansey said, around his straw. “Why is the tea so good here?” “I spit in it.
His breath was hot on her skin. Blue was paralyzed; all she could think was This is how close a kiss is. It felt every bit as dangerous as she’d imagined.
Cole looked up at me. His face was always a shock: so good looking. I had to make a conscious effort to put that aside in order to be able to talk to him like a real person. He couldn’t help what his face looked like.
His yellow eyes were half-lidded as he sang, and in that golden moment, hanging taut in the middle of an ice-covered landscape like a single bubble of summer nectar, I could see how my life could be stretched out in front of me.