I don’t have a brother, ma’am,” Adam replied. But Blue saw his eyes dart to Gansey.
When Maura opened the door of 300 Fox Way, she found the Gray Man standing pensively on the other side. He had brought her two things: a daisy-chain crown, which he somberly placed on her head, and a pink switchblade, which he handed to her. Both had taken some effort to procure. The first because the Gray Man had forgotten how to efficiently link daisies and the second because switchblades were illegal in Virginia, even if they were pink.
I was so tired of being alone, but I was always alone, even when I was with people around me. And I was so tired of being surrounded, but I was always surrounded, even when I was by myself.
Funny, Ronan thought, how sad an empty house felt and how preferable an empty landscape was.
Cabeswater was such a good listener.
I didn’t want to feel like I was the only person in the world who hated people.
It’s not going to be what you imagined, but it’ll be just as good.
Adam didn’t need his father to go to jail. He had merely needed someone outside the situation to look at it and confirm that yes, a crime had been committed. Adam had not invented it, spurred it, deserved it. It said so on the court paperwork. Robert Parrish, guilty. Adam Parrish, free.
They were young and loud and triumphant, and the Kings of Henrietta.
Come again? I know, I know – that’s what Lynch says.
Gansey looked angry for approximately the length of time it took for a late butterfly to bluster by them in the autumn breeze.
They set off on the perfectly straight ley line, Ronan’s gaze still directed up to his plane and to Chainsaw, a white bird and a black bird against the azure ceiling of the world.
And everywhere, everywhere there were books. Not the tidy stacks of an intellectual trying to impress, but the slumping piles of a scholar obsessed.
Noah appeared beside Blue. He looked joyful and adoring, like a Labrador retriever.
There was only the quiet that came after all those things. There was only the quiet that came when you were the only one left. Only the quiet that came when you were something strange enough to outsurvive the things that killed or drove away everyone you loved.
In the end, it was such a simple, small thing. He had felt flashes of it before in his life, the absolute certainty. But the truth was that he’d kept walking away from it. It was a far more terrifying idea to imagine how much control he really had over how his life turned out. Easier to believe that he was a gallant ship tossed by fate than to captain it himself.
She had no lust, because Ronan hadn’t dreamt any for her, but she also had no shame, because Ronan hadn’t dreamt any of that for her, either.
Her expression is fierce and uncompromising, full of the intrepid bravery of a small boat in an uncertain sea.
Do you understand? If they die, I die, too.
Opal came to understand that Adam’s car was supposed to be more like Ronan’s, but there was something wrong with it called shitbox.