They’re special. Adam’s tied to the ley line. Ronan’s a dreamer. Blue amplifies all of that.” “Richie Rich is just a person,” Orla said. “Yes, and he’s going to die.” The.
Normally I was good at sensing others’ feelings, but with Grace, everything I thought I knew was clouded by what I wanted.
This has turned unexpectedly ominous.
From his father, Gansey had gotten a head for logic, an affection for research, and a trust fund the size of most state lotteries.
I’s tell you to go to hell but i don’t want to see you again.
Being Adam Parrish was a complicated thing, a wonder of muscles and organs, synapses and nerves. He was a miracle of moving parts, a study in survival. The most important thing to Adam Parrish, though, had always been free will, the ability to be his own master.
Here was a thing he wanted: to stop having dreams of being laughed at by tiny birds with very long legs. Here was a thing he feared: people watching him while he ate.
Adam stopped just beside Gansey. The area around him smelled strongly of mint from the leaf he chewed absently. Adam tapped the earbud in Gansey’s right ear and his friend startled. Gansey jumped to his feet. “Why, hello.
He wore his hatred like a cruel second skin.
He was full of so many wants, too many to prioritize, and so they all felt desperate.
Somehow seeing his parents always reminded him of how little he’d accomplished.
Part of me wanted him to be awake, but the other part of me liked this quiet feeling of being both alone and not lonely.
Once the spear was uncovered, it wouldn’t matter if the hero’s truest love or family was in the room with him; the spear would kill them anyway. Killing was what it was good at, and so killing was what it did... The spear, Dad told me, was him... He told me to make sure Ronan was the name of the hero, and not the name of just another spear.
Unlike most of the world, Gansey preferred Ronan to his elder brother Declan, and so the lines had been drawn. Adam suspected Gansey’s preference was because Ronan was earnest even if he was horrible, and with Gansey, honesty was golden.
She had listened to the phone conversation and following discussion with great interest. Helen very much enjoyed climbing down into other people’s lives and muddling around there with a pail and a shovel and possibly one of those old-fashioned striped bathing suits with the legs and arms.
Better that your heart’s your own.
During the night she had told me, ‘I feel old. I miss being young.’ She curled her arms over her chest, looking already like all the dead Papillons I hade seen littering the grass beneath the sycamores on campus. Unlike any of the other Papillons, though, she was in my apartment, curled in my lap. I missed being young too. Only I had thousands of days to go.
Greenmantle took a swig of the wine directly fromt he bottle – when he’d selected it from the kitchen, he hadd thought it would look more aesthetically pathetic and desperate than carrying a solitary glass, and it did.
What good is all your privilege, you soft, spoiled thing, if you can’t stand on your own legs?
He would have noticed it sooner if he hadn’t been overcome by gray days- days where morning seemed bled of color and getting up unimportant.