Animal skins were stretched on tenterhooks on the walls between them, shaped like agony.
She couldn’t tell if he was actually tremendously good-looking or merely tremendously wealthy. Perhaps they were the same thing.
Neeve had to be wrong. She’d never fall in love with one of them.
Usually Maura started a project, Calla made it into a tangible thing, and Persephone sent it flying into the ether.
This wasn’t the Gansey she’d seen in the kitchen earlier; this was the Gansey she secretly called at night.
But Ronan suspected that Blue was most shocked by how it made Gansey look like a boy, for once, something like one of them.
I have discovered that, at some point, this side door was broken into by a teenage Korean vandal.
Gwenllian had already proven herself extremely gifted at finding each person’s one weakness and then leaning on it casually.
It’s the apocalypse. Just text me if you think of anything else.
Blue’s heart burst with how big it was, this moment, and no other.
Blue was so tired of compromises. She was tired of sensible.
Humans were so circular; they lived the same slow cycle of joy and misery over and over, never learning. Every lesson in the universe had to be taught billions of times, and it never stuck.
My head knew that,” Gansey said. “But the rest of me didn’t.
A raven, of all the birds for Ronan to turn up with. Gansey didn’t believe in coincidences.
Ronan said, “Keep it up, and you just might be a mechanic after you graduate. They’ll put that in the alumni magazine.
Three in particular,” she murmured. “To be woken. Oh, no. No. Two. One should not be woken.
It means I never get to be my own person. If I let you cover for me, then I’m yours. I’m his now, and then I’ll be yours.
Instead of answering, he asked, ‘Do you not want me to come?’ Something stuck in Gansey’s chest. ‘I would take all of you anywhere with me.
Coincidence,” Ronan said, because it wasn’t. Noah’s.
What a frightened monster she was.