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

by Maggie Stiefvater

He was good at this part, the observing of others. It was himself that he couldn’t seem to study or understand. How he despised them, how he wanted to be them.

And a final, anxious part — an ever-growing part — was occupied with the color of the fall sky, the leaves on the ground, the sense that time was passing without being replaced, that it was running out and spooling to the end.

See, Adam Parrish is wantable, worthy of a crush, not just by anyone, someone like Ronan, who could want Gansey or anyone else and chose Adam for his hungry eyes.

“Looks fucking friendly. Bovine the boy wizard.”

“Jesus Christ,” Gansey said, to hide the sound of every hair on his body standing up and both of his testicles retreating.

“Jesus shit Mary fuck,” said Ronan.

“It’s your bullshit signs,” Ronan suggested, looking vastly less concerned than Gansey felt. “They created a bullshit force field.”

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

Prey animals were born afraid. He had not known to be born afraid, but he’d learned.

Instead she said, “You know, you’re not such a shithead.” “No,” Ronan replied, “really I am.”