They had some things in common: Gansey had once been killed by hornets. Henry’s family business was on the cutting edge of designing robotic drone bees. The two boys were friendly, but not friends. Henry ran with the Vancouver crowd, and Gansey ran with dead Welsh kings.
That’s all there is.
Ronan rationed the music from their old life, as if he used up a bit of his memories of his father every time he played it.
Blue was not so much a terrible driver as a terrified one.
Was that what life did to them all? Chiseled them into harder, truer versions of themselves?
Blue was a natural result of a home like this: confident, strange, credulous, curious.
What was excitement when he was wakeful melted into dread when he was tired.
We were miles away from our real lives.
He turned, mug in hand, and suddenly they were an inch apart. She could smell the mint in his mouth. She saw his throat move as he swallowed. She was furious at her body for betraying her, for wanting him differently than any of the other boys, for refusing to listen to her insistence that they were just friends.
Can you see your own death?” “Everyone sees it,” Persephone said mildly. “Most people make themselves stop looking, though.” “I don’t see my own death,” Adam said. But even as he said it, he felt the corner of knowledge bite into him. It was now, it was coming, it had already happened. Somewhere, someWHEN, he was dying.
Past conversations were slowly realigning in Blue’s head, taking on new shades of meaning as they did.
If there was a great creator who had fashioned us in his own image, why, then, was more life not made in the same way, by merely breathing a word over a handful of dust? Instead, reproduction and love became a messy process, and messy processes meant there were many places where it could fail.
She could not tell if it was safer to stop a love story before it ever truly got under way.
It’s just because you haven’t practiced enough,” Noah said generously, but he was gripping the door handle in a way that seemed redundant for the already dead.
It was a long-held, multiheaded sensation formed from judgment, experience, and envy, and she didn’t care for it. It wasn’t that she necessarily thought that her negative opinions on raven boys were wrong. It was just that knowing Gansey, Adam, Ronan, and Noah complicated what she did with those opinions. It had been a lot more straightforward when she’d just assumed that she could despise them all from the thin air of the moral high ground.
There was something unfamiliar about him when he arrived in the Pig. Something ferocious about his eyes, some sort of bite in his faint smile. Something altogether hectic and unsettled. She stood on the ledge of his smile and looked over the edge. This wasn’t the Gansey she’d seen in the kitchen earlier; this was the Gansey she secretly called at night.
It wasn’t the shooting that was hard, it was the getting away with it.
Neeve should have guessed that her fixation with power would bring her to an opportunity to bargain with a demon, but she hadn’t. She.
There were enough trees that could hold us in Wales. But as the years went by, Wales turned from a place of forests to a place of fires and plows and boats and houses; it became a place for all the things that trees could be except for alive.
Hurry up, before there’s no more night left.