Maggie Stiefvater

Jane, how do you feel about doing something slightly illegal and definitely distasteful?” Gansey asked.

“Maybe it wouldn’t hurt if I kiss you,” he whispered. “Maybe it’s only if you kiss me.”

A realization that even if you had discovered the future, it really didn’t change how you lived in the present. They were truth, but they weren’t all of the truth.

One, stay away from boys, because they were trouble. And two, stay away from Aglionby boys, because they were bastards

Not the currently dead, but the spirits of those who would die in the next twelve months

The way Gansey saw it was this: If you had a special knack for finding things, it meant you owed the world to look

Blue never grew tired of feeling particularly needed, but sometimes she wished needed felt less like a synonym for useful.

Is this how we make our way to death? Blue wondered. A stumbling fade-out instead of a self-aware finale?

He wore his hatred like a cruel second skin.

What she wanted was to see something no one else could see or would see, and maybe that was asking for more magic than was in the world.