He couldn’t remember the last time someone had touched him, and it was strangely grounding.
She loved the truth, and it was difficult to love both the truth and Niall Lynch when the latter was speaking.
Here is what I have learned,′ Henry said. ‘If you cannot be unafraid... be afraid and happy... Think about what you are afraid of... Does it have to be something that kills you? No. It is just a little thing. It could be anything. It could be something beautiful instead.
It did not look remotely like a place that might host a party. It looked like a place old ladies might go to die and remain undiscovered until the neighbors noticed a strange smell.
Close and far is like already happened and not happened yet.
It was mostly quiet, except for the radio and the miracles.
The Ganseys were courtiers and kings, and when there was no castle to invite them, they built one.
There aren’t terrible ideas,” the Gray Man said. “Just ideas done terribly.
Niall Lynch was a braggart poet, a loser musician, a charming bit of hard luck bred in Belfast but born in Cumbria, and Ronan loved him like he loved nothing else.
The sisters call me Puck instead of Kate because all three of the sisters agree that you should be called what you want to be called instead of simply falling into what you were given at birth. I don’t remember ever telling them I wanted to be called Puck instead of Kate – both of them are my names – but still, I don’t mind it.
It was the gnawing suspicion that you were leavable, that you were too much trouble, that you were better off dead. It was the shame of wanting something you shouldn’t; it was the ugly thrill of nearly being dead. It was all those things, all at once.
No one marked April 25 on their calendar. In fact, most of the living were unaware that St. Mark even had a day named in his honor. But the dead remembered.
He wasn’t sure what was worse: leaving or the anticipation of leaving.
What does a dream want?
Unlike Ronan, Adam’s Aglionby jumper was second-hand, but he’d taken great care to be certain it was impeccable. He was slim and tall, with dusty hair unevenly cropped above a fine-boned, tanned face. He was a sepia photograph.
It felt as if there were a larger, terribly curious Blue inside her that was about to bust out of the smaller, more sensible Blue that held her.
You and I, we don’t walk the lines. We just follow the echoes.
Ronan’s voice was slow, petulant. His eyes, though, half-hidden in the dim, warm light of the Camaro’s interior – they were terrible.
Secrets and cockroaches – that’s what will be left at the end of it all.
In we go,” he said grandly. And just like that, the Gansey who Adam has befriended – the Gansey he would do anything for – vanished, and in his place was the heir born with a silk umbilical cord wrapped round his blue-blooded neck.