No idea sounded like a good idea when you had only one shot left.
It was harder, I thought, to watch someone in pain than to be in it yourself.
And this, I thought, was why Sam and Cole could not get along. Because when it came down to it, Cole made bad decisions for good reasons, and Sam couldn’t justify that. Now, Cole dangled this tempting thing in front of Sam, this thing he wanted more than anything, along with the thing that he wanted the least. I wasn’t sure which answer I wanted him to give.
What sort of exploring?” Shielding his eyes, Adam lifted his eyes to the sky. He thought he could hear Gansey coming. “Mountains. How do you feel about helicopters?” There was a long pause. “How do you mean? Ethically?
It’s very rude to keep a woman bound for any more than two or three or seven generations.
At night, Henrietta felt like magic, and at night, magic felt like it might be a terrible thing.
Historically, the law was kinder to those who forged brushstrokes of all kinds instead of pen marks of any kind.
My chest ached, my body speaking a language my head didn’t quite understand.
They didn’t need the words, if they were willing to be silent long enough to learn to speak without them.
Here was a thing he wanted: to help someone he was not allowed to help. Here was a thing he feared: that he would ruin his entire family because of this private desire.
His presence, so strange and wonderful, seemed to fill the room and press against me. I didn’t think I’d ever sleep again.
Please open please if there’s any justice in this world.
She tossed the knife into the sink, where it would remain until it died.
I didn’t know what I was supposed to say in two minutes after two months apart. I didn’t want to talk. I wanted to curl up against him and fall asleep. More than anything, I wanted to be able to see him again, to see in his eyes that what we had had been real and that he wasn’t a stranger. I didn’t want a big gesture, an elaborate conversation – I just wanted to know that something was still the same when everything else had changed.
The thorns thinned out and the trees grew taller and straighter, their branches not beginning until a few feet over our heads. The white, peeled bark of the birches looked buttery in the long, slanting afternoon light, and their leaves were a delicate gold.
No one wants to see a casual acquaintance in a bedsheet.
When she looked at the stars, something tugged at her, something that urged her to see more than stars, to make sense of the chaotic firmament, to pull an image from it.
Gansey was using his Mr. Gansey professorial voice, the one that exuded certainty and commanded rats and small children to get up, get up, follow me!
He was aware in a single, exploded moment of how many colors combined to make white. Pain hissed inside his skull.
The king of swords, master of his own emotions, master of his own intellect, master of reason, gazed out at them, expression inscrutable.