It was easy to read him as shy or uncertain, she thought, but he really wasn’t either. Noah was. But Adam was just quiet. He wasn’t lost for words; he was observing.
Life was better than death. Awake was better than asleep.
Adam was crouched in front of it, staring unflinchingly into the headlights’ brilliance. His fingers were spread on the asphalt and his feet braced like a runner waiting for the starting shot. Three tarot cards splayed before him. He’d taken one of the floor mats out of the car to crouch on to keep from dirtying his uniform trousers. If you combined these two things – the unfathomable and the practical – you were most of the way to understanding Adam Parrish.
Okay, get out of here. Scram. Farewell,” Piper said as more of the wall moved uneasily, the uppermost surface shifting dustily to the floor. “Go be short somewhere else.
As always, Adam was reminded of how Ronan belonged in this place. Something about the familiar way he stood as he searched for ripe fruit implied that he had done it many times before. It made it easy to understand that Ronan had grown up here and would grow old here. Easy to see how to exile him was to excise his soul.
Sometimes, after Adam had been hit, there was something remote and absent in his eyes, like his body belonged to someone else. When Ronan was hit, it was the opposite; he became so urgently present that it was as if he’d been sleeping before.
You swallow her with your eyes. I’m surprised there’s any of her left for the rest of us to see.
This is the way of our work: We cannot help but color it with the paint of our feelings, both good and bad.
Really, she didn’t know if she’d truly like to find out more about the pygmy tyrant. She just liked the name, because, for a five-foot-tall girl, pygmy tyrant sounded like a career.
Ronan shrugged again. Questions cascaded through Adam, too difficult to say aloud. Was Ronan even human? Half a dreamer, half a dream, maker of ravens and hoofed girls and entire lands. No wonder his Aglionby uniform had choked him, no wonder his father had sworn him to secrecy, no wonder he could not make himself focus on classes. Adam had realized this before, but now he realized it again, more fully, larger, the ridiculousness of Ronan Lynch in a classroom for aspiring politicians.
You can hear a miracle a long way after dark.
Someone’s been hanging out with Richard Campbell Gansey the third too much ‘My sense of self-worth isn’t tied to my occupation.
None of us are really alone as long as we’re lonely.
That’s me,” Ronan said. “He saves people; I take their lunch money.
Belonging in more than one world means that you end up belonging in none of them.
His heart was a grave.
Then she smiled as if the woman had already helped her. If there was one thing Blue had learned while being a waitress and dog walker and Maura Sargent’s daughter, it was that people generally became the kind of person you expected them to be.
I’m very busy, aunt,” Henry replied, although he was clearly watching video game walk-throughs in his underwear.
Gansey.” A pause. “That’s all there is.
Her mother waved a card at her in farewell. “Bye. Will you be home for dinner? I’m making midlife crisis.” “Oh,” Blue said, “I guess I’ll have a slice. If you’re making it already.