Follow it to your king.
Gansey didn’t believe in coincidences.
The most lasting wound was invisible but persistent: The knowledge of Persephone’s death hummed constantly through Adam like the pulse of the ley line.
I always liked the idea of being such a bother that I affected even the weather.
Farooq-Lane’s fist smarted as if it had just been smashed against a douchebag’s face, because it had just been smashed against a douchebag’s face.
It became a game, a challenge, to realise the exact moment that the predictions came true.
Do you love him?” Maura asked curiously. “I’d rather not,” Blue replied. “He has lots of negative qualities I can help you hone in on,” her mother offered.
Nothing worth doing.
There was not much difference between a lie and a secret.
Because it’s like we’re going into someone’s house.” Blue tried not to look at Gansey’s boat shoes; she felt better about him as a person if she pretended he wasn’t wearing them.
You look like a super villain with your familiar,” Adam said.
She gestured to the piano. It was a nine-foot Steinway. Because seven-foot Steinways are for posers.
To her continued surprise, the urge to place her thumb on his skin had not diminished, even though she could not even see his elbows from where she sat.
He was less of himself out loud. His native language was thought.
It looked like a place old ladies might go to die and remain undiscovered until the neighbors noticed a strange smell.
The desert, which was not given to sympathy or sentiment, was nonetheless moved, and for the first time in a long time, it loved someone back.
Did other people’s mothers vanish into holes in the ground during their midlife crises?
When I was writing the Raven Boys, I had a sticky on my computer that told me to remember that the worst thing that could happen was that they could stop being friends.
Enough crying altogether. Let’s go make some pie.
Even when they were quiet, people really were he noisiest animals.