Gansey wasn’t sure he was in a position to be falling in love, but he’d done it anyway.
Ronan discovered in himself not worry, nor sadness, nor adrenaline, but rather a dead, dull absence of feeling.
There was, of course, no way that he would force the raven downstairs. It looked bite-sized and improbable. He wasn’t certain if it was extremely cute or appallingly ugly, and it bothered him that it managed to be both.
No,” Blue said dangerously. “But sometimes bad things happen to good children.
He knew Adam had figured out how he felt. But he didn’t know if he could step off this knife-slender path without destroying what he had. Adam.
Both of them could trot out logic on a nice little leash, wearing a smart plaid jacket, when they wanted to.
It seemed like a silly bit of principle now, completely divorced from the point of anything. He wondered if he was going to go through each year of his life thinking about how stupid he’d been the year before.
Ronan watched Gansey over the body of the creature – it seemed even larger in its death – and his expression was as unguarded as Gansey had ever seen it. He was being made to understand that this, all of it, was a confession. A look into who Ronan really had been the entire time he had known him. What.
On the night this story begins, both a saint and a scientist were listening to miracles.
Clear your mind of whimsy.
Does any part of you still look at the sky and hurt?
The air smelled better than peach cobbler, all clean and fresh and alive with rain, electricity, pine resin. If.
For some reason, although he had arrived with them, he felt as if he had been alone for a very long time, and now no longer was.
I had risked everything and gained everything, and here I was of the world and in it.
He said, “I’ve always liked the name Jane.” Blue’s eyes widened. “Ja – what? Oh! No, no. You can’t just go around naming people other things because you don’t like their real name.
Maura,” Calla said, “that was very rude.” Then she added, “I liked it.
Gwenllian began to laugh and clap her hands. The laugh, a song itself, echoed off the ceilings. “Shut her up, someone,” Ronan said. “Before I do.
She knew all of the sounds and smells and shapes in it, and she knew how this invisible dark felt when it curled between the buildings to sleep.
I’d ask you out, if I was alive.
Gansey touched his lower lip very gently. He lowered his hand, and he said, “Wake up.” He said it like he had said stop earlier. He said it in a voice Adam had heard countless times, a voice he could never not listen to.