Maggie Stiefvater

I remembered his laugh, like a flock of crows taking off

Right now, it's hard to imagine that it is raining anywhere in the world.

It wasn't the sort of kiss I'd had with him before, hungry, wanting, desperate. It wasn't the sort of kiss I'd had with anyone before. This kiss was so soft that it was like a memory of a kiss, so careful on my lips that it was like someone running his fingers along them.

Crashing into the trembling voidStretching my hand to youLosing myself to frigid regretIs this fragile loveA wayTo sayGood-bye

It's easy to convince men to love you, Puck. All you have to do is be a mountain they have to climb or a poem they don't understand. Something that makes them feel strong or clever. It's why they love the ocean.

Do you eat all of the men in the family? Where do they go? Does this house have a basement?

Violence was a disease Gansey didn't think he could catch. But all around him, his friends were slowly infected.

Even though Ronan was snarling and Noah was sighing and Adam was hesitating, he didn__ turn to verify that they were coming. He knew they were. In three different ways, he__ earned them all days or weeks or months before, and when it came to it, they__ all follow him anywhere.

I take it we're friends now," Henry said. "We must be," Gansey replied. "Jane says it should be so.""It should be so," Blue agreed.

When Ronan thought of Gansey, he thought of moving into Monmouth Manufacturing, of nights spent in companionable insomnia, of a summer searching for a king, of Gansey asking the Gray Man for his life. Brothers.

There was nothing particularly intimate about the way they sat, but something about the scene made Gansey feel strange, like he__ heard an unpleasant statement and later forgotten everything about the words but the way they had made him feel.

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.

I said uselessly, "Sam, don't go."Sam cupped my face in his hands and looked me in the eyes. His eyes were yellow, sad, wolf, mine. "These stay the same. Remember that when you look at me. Remember it's me. Please.

He sounded absolutely miserable. __re you ever going to speak to me?

Hurry up, before there's no more night left.

Voicemail #1: __i, Isabel Culpeper. I am lying in my bed, looking at the ceiling. I am mostly naked. I am thinking of _ your mother. Call me.__oicemail #2: The first minute and thirty seconds of ____e Gotta Get a Message to You_ by the Bee Gees. Voicemail #3: ____ bored. I need to be entertained. Sam is moping. I may kill him with his own guitar. It would give me something to do and also make him say something. Two birds with one stone! I find all these old expressions unnecessarily violent. Like, ring around the rosy. That__ about the plague, did you know? Of course you did. The plague is, like, your older cousin. Hey, does Sam talk to you? He says jack shit to me. God, I__ bored. Call me.__oicemail #4: __otel California_ by the Eagles, in its entirety, with every instance of the word California replaced with Minnesota. Voicemail #5: __i, this is Cole St. Clair. Want to know two true things? One, you__e never picking up this phone. Two, I__ never going to stop leaving long messages. It__ like therapy. Gotta talk to someone. Hey, you know what I figured out today? Victor__ dead. I figured it out yesterday, too. Every day I figure it out again. I don__ know what I__ doing here. I feel like there__ no one I can ___oicemail #6: __o, yeah, I__ sorry. That last message went a little pear-shaped. You like that expression? Sam said it the other day. Hey, try this theory on for size: I think he__ a dead British housewife reincarnated into a Beatle__ body. You know, I used to know this band that put on fake British accents for their shows. Boy, did they suck, aside from being assholes. I can__ remember their name now. I__ either getting senile or I__e done enough to my brain that stuff__ falling out. Not so fair of me to make this one-sided, is it? I__ always talking about myself in these things. So, how are you, Isabel Rosemary Culpeper? Smile lately? Hot Toddies. That was the name of the band. The Hot Toddies.__oicemail #20: __ wish you__ answer.

I don't trust the ocean, either; it would kill me as soon as not. It doesn't mean I'm afraid of it.

Mum liked to say that some things happen for a reason, that sometimes obstacles were there to stop you from doing something stupid.