My wolf-sharpened sense of smell caught the scent of ice-cream cones, of asphalt, of churning ocean, of swirling beer, of first kisses and last kisses.
A realization that even if you had discovered the future, it really didn’t change how you lived in the present.
Ronan, tell me now if I have to leash you, because I will,” Gansey said. Ronan immediately scoffed, but Gansey pointed at him. “I’m serious. This is not yours alone. If this is a tomb, someone has been buried here, and you’re going to give that person respect. Do not. Make me. Ask you. Again. For that matter, if any of us thinks they won’t be able to contain themselves going forward, I suggest we turn around and come back another day or the party in question waits out here.” Ronan simmered.
She had thought dead was something more permanent, or at least something more obviously not alive.
My mother always told me that you should wear your best clothing when you are angry, because it would scare people.
Blue felt as if their very presence robbed something from her.
Buildings are not very good at remembering the people who once occupied them.
At this, Gansey rolled over onto his back and folded his hands on his chest. He wore a salmon polo shirt, which, in Blue’s opinion, was far more hellish than anything they’d discussed to this point.
In her mind, Adam pressed that fist against her bedroom wall. So gently. Though every muscle was knotted, wanting to destroy it.
But the difference between a nice house and a nice prison is really small.
Blue loved this ponderous, scholarly Gansey, too involved with facts to consider how he appeared on the outside.
I hope you won’t wait for Sean Kendrick to realize that he’s lonely.
While I’m gone, dream me the world. Something new for every night.
Boudicca is the original goth. Ronan Lynch wishes he was that badass.
The world turns out its pockets for you, boy.
Mr. Kendrick was born on a horse and he’ll die on one, and maybe that’s not something you can breed for. He’s one of those rare men who can make a horse work for him but never asks for more than they have.” WOW. Very unexpected.
Mom, are you here?” Ronan’s voice was different when he spoke to either his mother or Matthew. It was Ronan, unperformed. No. Ronan, unprotected.
Maybe you just can’t wake someone else’s dream.
But she could never forget that she was a tiny pilot in a several-thousand-pound weapon.
Meetings are held, wise with the wise. Because their spirits are alike.’ Or minds.