More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
Let us be grateful to the mirror for revealing to us our appearance only.
“Maybe I dreamt you,” he said. “Thanks for the straight teeth, then,” Adam replied.
She slouched back and sighed big enough to make her lips go blbbphhbbbt.
“What do we do now?” Gansey asked. From the other room, Calla bellowed, “GO BUY US PIZZA. WITH EXTRA CHEESE, RICHIE RICH.” Blue said, “I think she’s starting to like you.”
“She’s a very gifted psychic,” Persephone said mildly. “Eventually she will earn her keep.” “And pay for my therapy,” Blue added.
“Good one,” Orla said.
“Possibly. Will you feed me?” “I won’t even spit in it.”
“It grows on you,” Mr. Gray said. He paused. “Like a cancer.” “Buh dum pa.”
I was here. I exist. I’m alive, because I bleed.
Two is a terrible number. Two is for rivalry and fighting and murder.” “Or marriage,” Adam said, thinking. “Same thing,” Persephone replied.
