Adam mused, “Interrupts. I never thought anyone would use that word to describe Lynch.” Ronan looked as pleased as a pit viper ever could.

— Maggie Stiefvater

Adam, on the other end of the boat, looked extremely unimpressed with Ronan’s lack of heat tolerance. “I didn’t say anything.” “Whatever, man,” Ronan replied. “I know that face. You were born in hell, you’re used to it.

— Maggie Stiefvater

Adam smiled cheerily. Ronan would start wars and burn cities for that true smile, elastic and amiable.

— Maggie Stiefvater

Adam's response was buried in the sound of the first-story door falling open. Noah slouched in. In a wounded tone, he said, "He threw me out the window!" Ronan's voice sang out from behind his closed door: "You're already dead!

— Maggie Stiefvater

Adam stopped by one of the beasts near the front; its shoulder was taller than him, its great skull even higher, and above it all spread a set of antlers that seemed massive in comparison even to the giant skeleton. It was beautiful.

— Maggie Stiefvater

Adam understood, then, that Ganja and Blue’s awe changed this place. Ronan and Adam may have seen this place as magical, but Ganja and Blue’s wonder made it holy.

— Maggie Stiefvater

Adam was in the dream, too; he traced the tangled pattern of ink with his finger. He said, "CIO quid hoc est." As he traced it further and further down on the bare skin of Ronan's back, Ronan himself disappeared entirely, and the tattoo got smaller and smaller. It was a Celtic knot the size of a wafer, and then Adam, who had become Kandinsky, said "CIO quid Estes Los." He put the tattoo in his mouth and swallowed it. Ronan woke with a start, ashamed and euphoric. The euphoria wore off long before the shame did. He was never sleeping again.

— Maggie Stiefvater

Adam was not always alone, but he was always lonesome. Even in a group, he was slowly perfecting the skill of holding himself separate. It was easier than one might expect; the others allowed him to do it.

— Maggie Stiefvater

After everything I'd lived through, I was not going to be reduced to a one-sentence definition.

— Maggie Stiefvater

After you were bitten, I knew what would happen. I waited for you to change, every night, so I could bring you back and keep you from getting hurt." A chilly gust of wind lifter his hair and sent a shower of golden leaves glimmering down around him. He speed out his arms, letting them fall into his hands. He looked like a dark angel in an eternal autumn wood. "Did you know you get one happy day for everyone you catch?" I didn't know what he meant, even after he opened his fist to show me the quivering leaves crumpled in his palm. One happy day for every falling leaf you catch." Sam's voice was low. I watched the edges of the leaves slowly unfold, fluttering in the breeze." How long did you wait?" It would have been romantic if hr'd had the courage to look into my face to say it, but instead, he dropped his eyes to the ground and scuffed his boots in the leaves-countless possibilities for happy days-on the ground. "I haven't stopped." And I should've said something romantic too, but I didn't have the courage, either. So instead, I watched the shy way he was chewing his lip and studying the leaves, and said, "That must've been very boring.

— Maggie Stiefvater