Where did you say you found that bird again?” “In my head.” Ronan’s laugh was a sharp jackal cry. “Dangerous place,” commented Noah. Ronan.
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.
Is this the way life is supposed to be? Maybe it would be better not to know.
What a frightened monster she was.
She was beginning to suspect that she might just be using the same minute over and over.
People are always saying ‘talent’ when they mean ’practice.
The entire place had the feeling only achievable at one o’clock in the morning when everyone has joined a club: the club of people who are not in bed.
Oh, yes, you are blue,′ Malory agreed. ‘How perceptive you are. What was the name? Jane? This is the lady I spoke to on the phone all those months ago, right? How small she is. Are you done growing?’ ‘What?!’ Blue said. Gansey felt it was time to remove Malory from the terminal.
He touched the arched neck of a skeletal creature with respect, and Adam remembered him telling Ronan that he had never left a place worse for being there. Adam understood, then, that Gansey and Blue’s awe changed this place. Ronan and Adam may have seen this place as magical, but Gansey and Blue’s wonder made it holy. It became a cathedral of bones.
Adam had always been the most negative voice in his own head.
But sometimes it wasn’t the energy that failed Noah – it was his courage.
You could come,” Cole said. “And be my – what is it called? Naked person. No. Muse. You could be my muse.
After a moment, he calmed enough to see how his anger was a separate thing inside him, a dingy, surprise gift from his father.
Not death, but his brother, sleep.
Jeong. You never say the word, but you live it anyway. I will be honest, I did not expect to find it in a guy such as yourself. It’s like we’ve met each other before. No, not really. We are friends at once, we would instantly do what friends would do for each other. Not just pals. Friends. Blood brothers. You just feel it. We instead of you and me. That’s jeong.