What a strange, shifting person he was. The Gansey who turned to her now was a world away from the lofty boy she’d first met. Without any hesitation, she stretched her arms around his neck. Who was this Blue? She felt bigger than her body. High as the stars. He leaned toward her — her heart spun again — and pressed his cheek against hers. His lips didn’t touch her skin, but she felt his breath, hot and uneven, on her face. His fingers splayed on either side of her spine. Her lips were so close to his jaw that she felt his hint of stubble at the end of them. It was mint and memories and the past and the future and she felt as if she’d done this before and already she longed to do it again.
Oh, help, she thought. Help, help, help.
He pulled away. He said, “And now we never speak of it again.


“Mrs Czerny?”

  Both of Noah’s parents’ heads turned to her. Blue selfconsciously ran a hand down one of her pieces of lace. “I’m Blue Sargent. I, uh, wanted to say that I’m sorry for your loss. Also, my mother’s a psychic. I have a” - already their expressions were transforming unpleasantly - “message from your son.”
  Immediately, Mrs Czerny’s face darkened. She merely shook her head and said, quite calmly, “No, you don’t.”
  “Please don’t do this,” said Mr Czerny. It was taking all he had to be civil, which was better than she’d expected. Blue felt bad for having interupted their private moment. “Please just go.”
  Tell her, whispered Noah.
Blue took a breath. “Mrs Czerny, he’s sorry for drinking your birthday schnapps.”
  For a moment there was silence. Mr Czerny and Noah’s sisters looked from Blue to Noah’s mother. Noah’s father opened his mouth and then Mrs Czerny started to cry.
  None of them noticed when Blue walked away from the grave.

This pretty thing came in the mail today and I’m SO EXCITED to start reading it!!! (but I’m also really scared)