It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.

Ronan Lynch lived with every sort of secret.

Despite Adam's tentative interest in her, the boys seemed to act as a unit, a single, multiheaded entity.

Do you think you're a train wreck?''That would mean I was on the tracks to start with,' he replied.

Earlier in the year, she had had a vision of kissing him, and she could still picture that quite easily. But the sensible part of Blue, which was usually the only part of her, thought that had to do more with Richard Campbell Gansey III having a nice mouth than with any blossoming romance.

As always, [Adam's] features intrigued Blue. They were not quite conventionally handsome, but they were interesting. He had the typical Henriette prominent cheekbones and deep-set eyes, but his version of them was more delicate. It made him seem a little alien. A little impenetrable.

Adam's hand glided over her bare elbow. The touch was a whisper in a language she didn't speak very well.

[He] considered what it must've been like to live like that, always waiting for your door to be kicked in. Not pleasant, he thought. Probably not pleasant at all.

His eyes were frighteningly alive, the curve of his mouth savage and pleased. It suddenly didn't seem at all surprising that he should be able to pull things from his dreams.In that moment, Blue was a little in love with all of them. Their magic. Their quest. Their awfulness and strangeness. Her raven boys.