There are fates worse than death.
Avoidance is a wonderful therapy.
It was the first time I'd really realized I'd lost my soul and that the beauty of not having a soul was that you couldn't seem to care that you no longer had one.
A realization that even if you had discovered the future, it really didn't change how you lived in the present.
Put that out,' she says to Gabe, and he takes the cat from her and puts it on the other side of the door. She scowls at me. 'I don't cook. Cats make it worse.
Gansey had forgotten how much time school occupied. Perhaps it was because he now had more to do outside of school, or perhaps it was because, now, he could not stop thinking about school even when he was not in it.
Need was Adam's baseline, his resting pulse. Love was a privilege. Adam was privileged; he did not want to give it up. He wanted to remember again and again how it felt.
Ronan kept going, his voice louder. No. Do you hear me, Cabeswater? You promised to keep me safe. Who are we to you? Nothing? If you let him die, that is not keeping me safe. Do you understand? If they die, I die, too.
The enormity of the world grew and grew inside Adam, and he didn't know if he could hold it. He was just a boy. Was he meant to know this?
Persephone barely told anybody anything even when it wasn't a secret.
He was instantly cool and elegant, all true emotions placed in an undisclosed location.
Sometimes, some rare times, a secret stays undiscovered because it is something too big for the mind to hold. It is too strange, too vast, too terrifying to contemplate.
I don't want you to ever see him again.
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.
The Vancouver crowd had their eyes on the stars, not trained on the ground.
I thought I heard — Gansey broke off. His eyes dropped to where Adam held Blue's hand. Again, his face was somehow puzzled by the fact of their hand-holding.
They regarded each other. Adam fair and cautious, Ronan dark and incendiary. This was Ronan at his most truthful.
You be careful, Adam Parrish. 'Cause one day you might get what you ask for. There might be girls in Henrietta who'll let you talk to them like that, but I'm not one of them.
There are only two reasons a non-seer would see a spirit on St. Mark's Eve," Neeve said. "Either you're his true love . . . or you killed him.
Oh God, Gansey said, but he was laughing. Do we have to endure that here, too? Ronan!
Being Adam Parrish was a complicated thing, a wonder of muscles and organs, synapses and nerves. He was a miracle of moving parts, a study in survival.
As Gansey led the way out, Noah said to Ronan, I know why you're mad.
Not death, but his brother, sleep.
I lend all of you who need it my full-on black-clad asshole super-strength.
Graduation breathes on us, redneck lady, he said. Now is the time to make sure we have the strings to all the balloons we want to keep before they all float away.
Train wreck! When a train takes a long time to go off the tracks, I don't like to call it a wreck. I like to call it a derailment.
I folded my hands back on my desk, and as I did, I saw Paul's slanted handwriting standing out against my blocky, square printing on my skin. He'd managed to find room to squeeze in the words females hurt my brain on my left hand. I raised an eyebrow at him and he gave me a look like, well it's true, isn't it?
I looked at Cole, who had an utterly blank expression on his face, one that I was learning accompanied anything that mattered.
Adam felt the familiar pang. Not jealousy, just wanting. One day, he'd have enough money to have a place like this. A place that looked on the outside like Adam looked on the inside.
They were all growing up and into each other like trees striving together for the sun.
Without cutting her gaze over to him, she already knew what she would see. She would see a rich boy dressed like a mannequin and coiffed like a newscaster — but his eyes were like the dreaming pool in Cabeswater. He hid the insatiable wanting well, but now that she'd seen it once, she couldn't stop seeing it.
For some reason, although he had arrived with them, he felt as if he had been alone for a very long time, and now no longer was.
I hope you won't wait for Sean Kendrick to realize that he's lonely.
While I'm gone, dream me the world.
Maura, Calla said, that was very rude. Then she added, I liked it.
I'll see you next Friday at five in the practice rooms. Oh, and unless you need it to feel comfortable, you can leave your ego in your room; you won't be needing it.
What a strange constellation they all were.
We chose Fox Way. We made it, Calla and Persephone and I. But it's only your origin story, not your final destination.
The boy had my wolf's eyes.
I'm good, she replied. But thanks. My mother didn't raise me to be violent.
Sam: I wanted to answer, but I was broken.
What have you guys seen me doing? Traveling, Maura replied. Changing the world. Trees in your eyes, Calla added, more gently than usual. Stars in your heart.
I was against felonies when a misdemeanor would do.
Do you understand? If they die, I die, too.
If he had no one to wrap their arms around him when he was sad, could he be forgiven for letting his anger lead him?
These stay the same. Remember that when you look at me. Remember it's me. Please.
Trees spit scarlet and orange leaves to the earth, turning the fields to fire.
Then I began to play. Variations on a G major chord, the most wonderful chord known to mankind, infinitely happy. I could live inside a G major chord, with Grace, if she was willing. Everything uncomplicated and good about me could be summed up by that chord.
Grace reached over and began stroking her fingers through my hair. I closed my eyes and let her drive me crazy.
