Gansey lifted her hand gently from his skin, holding it as formally as a dance. He put it against his mouth. Blue froze. Absolutely still. Her heart didn’t beat. She didn’t blink. She couldn’t say don’t kiss me. She couldn’t even form don’t. He just leaned his cheek and the edge of his mouth against her knuckles and then set her hand back.
Persephone was dead. Gansey couldn’t believe it, not because he could not believe in the nearness of death – he could not STOP believing in the nearness of death – but because he would not have expected PERSEPHONE to do something as mortal as dying.
It turned out, though, that a favour was a one-time affair, but favouring was for ever.
It’s always fish with you,′ Blue said, but she laughed as they tickled round her throat and hands. Gansey glanced at her and away, reaching for another leaf to press into service. Joy gleamed between both of them; how purely and simply Blue and Gansey loved the magic of this place.
Gansey was full of the knowledge that he needed to do something about Ronan Lynch before Ronan did something about Ronan Lynch. Christmas was a dangerous time to be a broken thing.
Today’s goal was to dream something to keep Gansey safe in the case that he was stung again. Ronan had dreamt antidotes before, of course, EpiPens and cures, but the problem was that he wouldn’t know if those worked until it was too late if they didn’t. So now, better plan: a sheer armored skin. Something that would protect Gansey before he ever got hurt. Ronan.
Ronan was a cloud, and he was raining.
He was an image of Ronan, and also of Declan, and also of Matthew. A handsome devil with one eye the color of a promise and the other the color of a secret.
The Camaro was like Gansey tonight: terrifying and thrilling, willing to do whatever she asked.
Jane!” Gansey said joyfully.
We bear the grins of the smiling dead.
A king acts so that others will act. Nothing comes from nothing comes from nothing. But something makes something... I did something so that others would so something. That is kingly.
If you’ve ever looked into a fire and been unable to look away, it’s that. If you’ve ever looked at the mountains and found you’re not breathing, it’s that. If you’ve ever looked at the moon and felt tears in your eyes, it’s that. It’s the stuff between stars, the space between roots, the thing that makes electricity get up in the morning.
Have you ever solved a riddle you weren’t asked?
Ronan: I don’t want to go, but I do – does that make sense? It’s just that it’s finally starting. You know. Life.
I’m not following him because this is home, and everywhere else isn’t.
Ronan’s expression was still incendiary. His code of honor left no room for infidelity, for casual relationships. It wasn’t that he didn’t condone them; he couldn’t understand.
There’s going to be life after he dies. You have to think about what you’re going to do after.
I’m a fish who’s forgotten how to breathe in water.
She handled wonder every day.