Icing: Combine powdered sugar, melted butter, and water to desired consistency – thin enough to drizzle. If it’s too thin, add more powdered sugar, and if it’s too thick, add water. Give the glaze five or ten minutes to cool, and then, with a spoon, drizzle icing in a zigzag pattern over the tops of the rolls. Serve while warm and don’t get any on strange horses.
Is it your – your thoughts that are in Latin? Or the dialogue? Do other people speak Latin in them? Like, am I in your dreams?” “Oh, yes, baby.” It amused Ronan to say this, a lot. He laughed enough that Chainsaw abandoned her paper shredding to verify that he wasn’t dying.
Ooooooooh,” Orla crowed, galloping down the hall, stork-like. She traded her Henrietta accent for a gloriously snotty version of Old South. “Someone’s been hanging out with Richard Campbell Gansey the third too much. ‘My sense of self-worth isn’t tied into my occupation.’” This last bit was said with the most exaggerated rendition of Gansey’s accent possible. She sounded like a drunk Robert E. Lee.
Noah crouched over Gansey’s body. He said, for the last time, “You will live because of Glendower. Someone else on the ley line is dying when they should not, and so you will live when you should not.” Gansey died. “Good-bye,” Noah said. “Don’t throw it away.” He quietly slid from time.
Merit. No. Ma – No. There’s an m word for bravery, but I can’t recall it. My frontal lobe is still drunk from last night.” “Mettle.” “Yes, yes, that’s it. This is a test of mettle. That’s the Ganseylike part.” Gansey.
They had some things in common: Gansey had once been killed by hornets. Henry’s family business was on the cutting edge of designing robotic drone bees.
Joaquin, who had torn off his headset to jump from the truck, put his ear on Tony’s chest, trying to hear his heart or check for breathing. This is a terrible way to check for evidence of life.
Gansey leaned back, head thrown to the side, drunken and silly with happiness.
Annoyance in the Gansey household was like a fine vanilla extract. It was used sparingly, rarely on its own, and was generally only identifiable in retrospect. With practice, one could learn to identify the taste of it, but to what end? There’s some anger in this scone, don’t you think? Oh yes, I thin a little -.
Are you sure you don’t have darkness in you?” “No, ma’am, I’ve just got a hole in my heart.
Blue never grew tired of feeling particularly needed, but sometimes she wish needed felt less like a synonym for useful.
When Sean sees that I didn’t hear him, he leans forward to my ear again. I can’t think of the last time I was so close to another person. I can feel the rise and fall of his chest when he breathes. His words are warm in my.
Here was a thing Francisco wanted: to find a pitch-black bud on one of his roses. Here was a thing he feared: being asked to do anything else.
What is that other language, by the way?” “We don’t know,” Gansey said, around his straw. “Why is the tea so good here?” “I spit in it. Let me see this thing.
I want you to know,” Noah said, pressing the carved bone against his Adam’s apple, hard, as if it would squeeze the words from him, “I was...
I can’t come? Gansey asked. Yes, you can meet us there in a fancy plane, Henry said. Don’t be fooled by his nice hair, Blue interjected, Gansey would hike. And warmth filled the empty caverns in Gansey’s heart. He felt known. It.
Ricordo che ero distesa nella neve, una macchiolina rossa calda che si stava raffreddando, ed ero circondata dai lupi.
It tore my heart out, because I heard his voice. The wolves sang slowly behind him, bittersweet harmony, but all I heard was Sam.
Three tarot cards splayed before him. He’d taken one of the floor mats out of the car to crouch on to keep from dirtying his uniform pants. If you combined these two things – the unfathomable and the practical – you were most of the way to understanding Adam Parrish.
Not yet,” Noah repeated. “Please.