Maggie Stiefvater

“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

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before …

— EDGAR ALLAN POE

A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.

— OSCAR WILDE

Blue Sargent had forgotten how many times she’d been told that she would kill her true love.

If Blue was to kiss her true love, he would die.

No one in the house ever really doubted that Blue was destined to kill her true love with a kiss. It was a threat, however, that had been around for so long that it had lost its force. Picturing six-year-old Blue in love was such a far-off thing as to be imaginary.

And by sixteen, Blue had decided she would never fall in love, so it didn’t matter.