You really didn’t see the sadness or the longing unless you already knew it was there. But that was the trick, wasn’t it? Everyone had their disappointment and their baggage; only, some people carried it in their inside pockets and not on their backs.
Oh, filmmakers, please don’t take my soft book and turn it into a horror, or take my horror and make it soft.
It’s a bomb. Just like you.
The trees called to me, urging me to abandon what I knew and vanish into the oncoming night. It was a desire that had been tugging me with disconcerting frequency these days.
He smiled tolerantly at her. Rubbing his smooth chin its recently assassinated chin hairs, he studied her. She barely came up to Ronan’s shoulder, but she was every bit as big as he, every bit as present.
She breathed. “This is lovely.” It was for Adam, not Gansey, but she saw Gansey glance over his shoulder at her.
The journal and Gansey were clearly long acquainted, and he wanted her to know. This is me. The real me.
He was uncomfortable with the idea that use might not like him.
At the door to the helicopter, Gansey looked bad over his shoulder at them, his smile complicated when he saw them holding hands.
Sean looks at me then, his eyes bright, in a way that makes me feel out of sorts. I glare back.
It was exactly what I wanted-beautiful distraction.
I’ve been dead for seven years, that’s as warm as they get.
The most dangerous and wonderful creature alive is the human.
Did no one tell him that pain lives in this sand, dug in and watered with our blood?
Dory is what Mum used to call a “strong-looking woman,” which means that, from the back, she looked like a man, and, from the front, you preferred the back.
I fell asleep to the scent of my wolf. Pine needles, cold rain, earthy perfume, coarse bristles on my face.
She screamed, the high scream that was neither human nor animal but something terrible in between, the sort of sound that you never forget no matter how many beautiful things you hear afterward.
His wife’s a brand of Christian that forbids a gathering that involves young women dancing in the streets but not races where men die.
I try very hard to keep my eyes from darting to Sean because I’m quite certain that no one will be able to miss how I look at him and how I find him looking back.
I sense that his drowning but I don’t have any idea of how to start to put my hand into the water and save him.