It was possible that there were two gods in this church.
I am a beautiful thing, shaped for fighting.
Do you understand? For you, reality is not an external condition. For you, reality is a decision.
But joy is a small, tenacious crop, especially in soil that hasn’t grown any for a long time.
Ronan was broken; Ronan was fixable; Ronan had a soul.
Ronan merely invested a look with as much contempt as he could muster. A lady reached over the top of Noah to pat Matthew’s head fondly before continuing down the aisle. She didn’t seem to care that he was fifteen, which was all right, because he didn’t, either. Both Ronan and Declan observed this interaction with the pleased expressions of parents watching their prodigy at work.
Demon’s coming! Everyone dies. Except for her useless father. He’ll live for ever.
Ronan’s second secret was Adam Parrish. Adam was different since making the bargain with Cabeswater. Stronger, Stranger, farther away. It was hard not to stare at the odd elegant lines of his face.
Sometimes bad ideas were so bad they looped right around until they became good ideas.
His mind was logical, but his traitorous heart stuttered from beat to beat.
Maybe it was good that the world forgot every lesson, every good and bad memory, every triumph and failure, all of it dying with each generation. Perhaps this cultural amnesia spared them all. Perhaps if they remembered everything, hope would die instead.
It shouldn’t have happened at all, but their friendship had been cemented in only the time it took to get to school that morning – Adam demonstrating how to fasten the Camaro’s ground wire more securely, Gansey lifting Adam’s bike halfway into the trunk so they could ride to school together, Adam confessing he worked at a mechanic’s to put himself through Aglionby, and Gansey turning to the passenger seat and asking, “What do you know about Welsh kings?
Ronan was always saying that he never lied, but he wore a liar’s face.
What she wanted was to see something no one else could see or would see, and maybe that was asking for more magic than was in the world.
Where the hell is Ronan?” Gansey asked, echoing the words that thousands of humans had uttered since mankind developed speech. As he stepped out of the science building, he tipped his head backwards, as if Ronan Lynch – dreamer of dreams, fighter of men, skipper of classes – might somehow be flying overhead.
Ninety percent of how Ronan conveyed his feelings was through his body language, and a phone simply didn’t care.
She’d been so afraid of the absolute worst that she’d forgotten how she missed the absolute best.
The problem with ideas is that they never come all at once. They emerge like prairie dogs. An edge of ear, or the tip of a nose, and sometimes even the whole head. But if you look straight at an idea too fast, it can vanish back into the ground before you’re even sure of what you’ve seen. Instead, you have to sneak up on it slowly, looking out of the corner of your eye, and then and only then you might glance up to get a clear look.
So many of the world’s problems, he mused, were solved by sheer human decency.
And Calla was indeed in fine form. She barked, “Do you remember how I said that there were three sleepers, and Maura’s job was to not wake one of them, and your job was to wake one of the others? Remember how I didn’t say anything about the other one? I did not mean bring her to my kitchen.