The problem with pursuing bad feelings was that it was always difficult to tell if one was running towards a problem to fix it, or running to a problem to create it.
If everything around Gansey was soft-edged and organic, faded and homogenous, Ronan was sharp and dark and dissonant, standing out in stark relief from the wood.
Because Persephone was only interested in important things, she hadn’t considered her own age in a long time, but it struck her as she looked at him that he was quite new.
I’m not using any word,” Ronan said. The annoying thing about Ronan was always that he was angry when everyone else was calm, and calm when everyone else was angry. Because Blue was ready to bust a vein, his voice was utterly pacific. “I’m just telling you I’m not going. Maybe it’s wrong, maybe it’s not. My soul’s in enough peril as it is.
I am unknowable.
It is not the outside of people that bothers me, but the inside.
Terror owned Adam. The old terror, the one that was just as much confusion and betrayal as fear itself.
And Gansey kind of wanted to live.
Now is the time to make sure we have the strings of all the balloons we want to keep before they all float away.
It was this: laughing senselessly into each other’s skin, playing, until it was abruptly no longer play, and Gansey stopped himself with his mouth perilously close to hers, and Blue stopped herself with her belly pressed close to his. It was this: Gansey saying, “I like you an awful lot, Blue Sargent.” It was this: Blue’s smile – crooked, wry, ridiculous, flustered.
Unguibus et rostro,” Adam said. Ronan put Adam’s fingers to his mouth. He was never sleeping again.
He was dangerous not because he was reckless, but because of the opposite.
This is Adam Parrish,” Gansey said. “Shake his hand. He’s more clever than I am. One day we’ll be throwing one of these shindigs for him.
The enormity of the world grew and grew inside Adam, and he didn’t know if he could hold it. He was just a boy. Was he meant to know this?
There was no unit of measurement for an emotion that was equal parts hatred and betrayal, judgment and habit.
At night, Henrietta felt like magic. And at night, magic felt like it might be a terrible thing. After dark, it felt like anything could happen.
Like Blue, not the ley line, was the missing piece that he’d been needing all these years, like the search for Glendower wasn’t truly underway until she was part of it.
Wanting to live, but accepting death to save others: that was courage.
Tears don’t become us.
Words kept rising up inside Ronan and bursting before they ever escaped.