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438 pages, Paperback
First published April 26, 2016
Everyone knows about that feeling you get at the end of a series.![]()
He was a book, and he was holding his final pages, and he wanted to get to the end to find out how it went, and he didn't want it to be over.
He was a king. This was the year he was going to die.AND all you can do is rationalize that the author couldn't possibly let that happen - she wouldn't betray us like that, RIGHT?
Wanting to live, but accepting death to save others: that was courage. That was to be Gansey's greatness.BUT the closer you get to you-know-what the more your heart quickens and you start holding your breath.
“Wake up, you bastard," — he said. "You fucker. I can't believe that you would ..."As always, I abso-freaking-lutely loved this book.
And he began to cry.”
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I'm not asking him to stay, Ronan thought. Only to come back.
He said, “I think it’s time to find Glendower.”
Adam said, “I think you’re right.”
Outside of Henrietta, nestled on the ley line, something dark watched all this, everything in the Henrietta night, and said, I’m awake I’m awake I’m awake.
“We should all be afraid,” Noah said, his voice thing through the buzzing. “When you play with time –”
He was a king.
This was the year he was going to die.
Blue was filled with frustration that her life was so clearly demarcated.
Things that were not enough, but that she could have.
Things that were something more, that she couldn’t.
Making Ronan Lynch smile felt as charged as making a bargain with Cabeswater. These weren’t forces to play with.
Depending on where you began the story, it was about this place: the long stretch of mountain that straddled a particularly potent segment of the ley line.
“He was a king. This was the year he was going to die.”
“Richard Gansey III had forgotten how many times he had been told he was destined for greatness.”
“What a strange constellation they all were.”
“He was a book, and he was holding his final pages, and he wanted to get to the end to find out how it went, and he didn't want it to be over.”
“Why do we breathe air? Because we love air? Because we don't want to suffocate. Why do we eat? Because we don't want to starve. How do I know I love her? Because I can sleep after I talk to her.”
“He was a book, and he was holding his final pages, and he wanted to get to the end to find out how it went, and he didn't want it to be over.”
“He was a book, and he was holding his final pages, and he wanted to get to the end to find out how it went, and he didn't want it to be over.”
“They were both hungry animals, but Adam had been starving for far longer.”
“He closed his eyes and he began to dream.”
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He was a book, and he was holding his final pages, and he wanted to get to the end to find out how it went, and he didn't want it to be over.
He was a king. This was the year he was going to die.
“… I got suspended,” Blue replied.
“Get the fuck out,” Ronan said, but with admiration. “Sargent, you asshole.”
Blue reluctantly allowed him to bump fists with her as Gansey eyed her meaningfully in the rearview mirror.
”Look, Sargent,” Ronan retorted. “I was gonna dream you some eye cream last night since clearly modern medicine’s doing jack shit for you, but I nearly had my ass handed to me by a death snake from the fourth circle of dream hell, so you’re welcome.”
Blue looked appropriately touched. “Ah, thanks, man.”
“No problem, bro.”
Blue didn’t care that he––it––Noah––was strange and decaying and frightening. She knew that he––it––Noah––was strange and decayed and frightened, and she knew that she loved him anyway.
She hugged it. Him. Noah. She didn’t care if he wasn’t quite human anymore. She would keep calling whatever this was Noah for as long as it wanted to be called Noah. And she was glad that he could read her thoughts in that moment, because she wanted him to know how thoroughly she believed that.
He had dreamt of it often enough, and here it was, willed into life. In another world, it would just be this: a girl softly pressing her lips to a boy’s. But in this one, Gansey felt the effects of it at once. Blue, a mirror, an amplifier, a strange half-tree soul with ley line magic running through her. And Gansey, restored once by the ley line’s power, given a ley line heart, another kind of mirror. And when they were pointed at each other, the weaker one gave.
Once, when Adam had still lived in the trailer park, he had been pushing the lawn mower around the scraggly see yard when he realized that it was raining a mile away. … He had plenty of time to put the mower away and get under cover. Instead, though, he just stood there and watched it approach. Even at the last minute, as he heard the rain pounding the grass flat, he just stood there. He closed his eyes and let the storm soak him.
That was this kiss.
When Adam kissed him, it was every mile per hour Ronan had ever gone over the speed limit. It was every window-down, goose-bumps-on-skin, teeth-chattering-cold night drive. It was Adam’s ribs under Ronan’s hands and Adam’s mouth on his mouth, again and again and again. It was stubble on lips and Ronan having to stop, to get his breath, to restart his heart. They were both hungry animals, but Adam had been starving for longer.
When he opened his eyes, he saw that Ronan was looking at him, as he had been looking at him for months. Adam looked back, as he had been looking back for months.
[Blue] just wanted to keep being best friends with Gansey forever, and maybe one day also have carnal knowledge of him.
… Gansey was slightly confused. He felt as if he was being told a secret that he’d already been told before. He couldn’t tell if this was because Cabeswater itself had possibly already whispered this truth to them on one of their walks there, or if it was merely that the weight of evidence was already so conclusive that his subconscious had accepted ownership of the secret before the parcel had been officially delivered.
Ronan crouched beside him, black still smeared on his face under his nose and around his ears. His dreamt firefly rested on Gansey’s heart. “Wake up, you bastard,” he said. “You fucker. I can’t believe that you would …”
And he began to cry.
“Need was Adam’s baseline, his resting pulse. Love was a privilege. Adam was privileged; he did not want to give it up. He wanted to remember again and again how it felt.”
“Dreamers are to be classified as weapons.
Ronan already knew he was a weapon ; but he was trying to make up for it.”
“I don't care to be pretty," Blue shot back hotly, "I care to look on the outside like I look on the inside.”
“Richard Gansey III had forgotten how many times he had been told he was destined for greatness.”
'Don't throw it away.'
"At the end of the Raven Cycle, I want readers … to want. I don’t want them to be able to say what it is they want, though — I want it to be a bigger thing than words. I hope they get to the end and don’t know what to do for the rest of the day. I hope they feel unsettled and needing of something more. I want messages that say, “Stiefvater, please, I just want … ” and then silence. They don’t know what they want. They just want.
I'm absolute TRC trash I'm not going to even deny it anymore. Best fucking series I have ever read. The end. FULL REVIEW TO COME.
The only thing keeping my heart together, right now, is the fact that Richard Gansey III still lives and breathes. I'm rather fond of my heart. Don't break it, Stiefvater.