Some days seem to fit together like a stained glass window. A hundred little pieces of different color and mood that, when combined, create a complete picture. The last twenty-four hours had been like that. The night at the hospital was one pane, sickly green and flickering. The dark hours of the early morning in Grace’s bed were another, cloudy and purple. Then the cold blue reminder of my other life this morning, and finally the brilliant, clear pane that was our kiss.
Ronan kept going, his voice louder. “No. Do you hear me, Cabeswater? You promised to keep me safe. Who are we to you? Nothing? If you let him die, that is not keeping me safe. Do you understand? If they die, I die, too.
Did he still know any of the children he’d played with at that party? Hide-and-seek: He’d hidden so well that he’d become dead, and even when he’d been resurrected, he was still obscured from them. He had stumbled on to a different road by accident.
You will live because of Glendower. Someone else on the ley line is dying when they should not, and so you will live when you should not.
To a dream, perhaps a nightmare was simply an unpleasant acquaintance rather than anything uncanny.
It was this: Gansey saying, “I like you an awful lot, Blue Sargent.
The sky and the sand and the sea and Corr.
She’s around here somewhere. Check your pockets. She could be there. Sometimes she falls into these cracks between the floorboards.
Adam felt the familiar pang. Not jealousy, just wanting. One day, he’d have enough money to have a place like this. A place that looked on the outside like Adam looked on the inside.
He was a privileged tourist in a primitive country: flatteringly curious, unknowingly insulting, quite certainly unable to survive if left to his own devices.
I am unknowable, Ronan Lynch.
She wasn’t afraid yet. It took a lot to terrify someone who played in time and space like a bathtub.
Just because it tantrums doesn’t mean it’s more right than you.
He was very concerned with the concept of having an area in the new Cabeswater where it would always have that sort of rain that makes you feel happy and sad at the same time and also he was interested in having an area that did not suck.
Every parting felt like it would be the last, and so every return was like a miracle.
It was becoming a nightmare. Ronan could hear the night horrors coming, in love with his blood and his sadness.
Some things want to be found.
Noah Czerny had died. This was all that was left. That was the truth. Blue’s body was a riot of shivers. She had kissed this. This thin, cold memory of a human.
There are stains that spread faster than you drive. If you drive, it’ll take fourteen years to get there. Seventeen. Forty. One hundred. We’ll be driving to your funeral by the end.
These tantalizing clues used to be enough to sustain him. Now it was only the grail he wanted. He felt grown old inside his young skin. I tire of wonders, he thought.