Blue Lily, Lily Blue (The Raven Cycle, #3)

by Maggie Stiefvater

“What do we do now?” Gansey asked. From the other room, Calla bellowed, “GO BUY US PIZZA. WITH EXTRA CHEESE, RICHIE RICH.” Blue said, “I think she’s starting to like you.”

“Mirrors,” Gwenllian cooed. “That is what we are. When you hold a candle in front of a glass, doesn’t it make the room twice as bright? So do we, blue lily, lily blue.”

Behind him, he heard Ronan say, “I like the way you losers thought Instagram before first aid. Fuck off.”

Was that what life did to them all? Chiseled them into harder, truer versions of themselves?

He wondered if he was going to go through each year of his life thinking about how stupid he’d been the year before.

In the hall stood Richard Campbell Gansey III in his school uniform and overcoat and scarf and gloves, looking like someone from another world. Behind him was Ronan Lynch, his damn tie knotted right for once and his shirt tucked in.

It was amazing that she and Ronan didn’t get along better, because they were different brands of the same impossible stuff.

Blue untied her mother; Maura threw her arms around Blue’s neck and crushed her to her. “I’m so sorry,” she said after a few minutes. “I’m so so so sorry. I’m going to buy you a car and make your bedroom bigger and all we’ll ever eat is yogurt and …”