He was awake enough to wonder if he’d been making bad decisions for his entire life. If he’d been a bad decision, himself, even before he was born.
He had been here before, lots of times. He’d grown up with this recurring dream forest. Its roots were tangled in his veins.
It’s an all-boys school. For politicians’ sons and oil barons’ sons and for” – Blue struggled the think of who else might be rich enough to send their kids to Aglionby – “the sons of mistresses living off hush money.
Gansey had forgotten how much time school occupied. Perhaps it was because he now had more to do outside of school, or perhaps it was because, now, he could not stop thinking about school even when he was not in it.
I was so full of nothing that it was something.
April days in Henrietta were quite often fair, tender things, coaxing sleeping trees to bud and love-mad ladybugs to beat against windowpanes.
Matthew Lynch was a golden, indiscriminate pit into which the world threw food.
What have you guys seen me doing?” “Traveling,” Maura replied. “Changing the world.” “Trees in your eyes,” Calla added, more gently than usual. “Stars in your heart.
Gansey was right. You really can be a raging feminist.
She just wanted to keep being best friends with Gansey for ever, and maybe one day have carnal knowledge of him. This seemed like a very sensible desire, and Blue, as someone who had sought to be sensible her entire life, was feeling pretty damn put out that this small thing was being denied her.
She sat on the end of Blue’s bed, looking as soft as a poem in the dim light.
This close, she could smell something minty that she wasn’t sure was unique to him or unique to spirits.
Blue’s mental state surfed the crest of a wave that divided empathy and frustration.
Stripped of context, the physical sensations exploded: the surprising shock of heat from that skin-to-skin grip; the soft hiss of the bracelets against Adam’s wrist; the sudden bite of possibility – Everything.
Adam had once told Gansey, Rags to riches isn’t a story anyone wants to hear until after it’s done. But it was a story that was hard to finish when Adam had missed school yet again. There was no happy ending without passing grades.
She just liked the name, because, for a five-foot-tall girl, pygmy tyrant sounded like a career. All.
It was easier to be unafraid when you were the one doing the fearful things.
Even now, it seemed to Gansey that he could feel the aching presence of the nearby mountains, like the space between him and the peaks was a tangible thing.
When you’d found impossible things before, it made the location of another impossible thing more predictable.
Gansey, a furious sun, glowed from the other side of the universe, his gravitational pull too distant to affect Adam.