The Raven King (The Raven Cycle, #4)

by Maggie Stiefvater

Where the hell is Ronan?” Gansey asked, echoing the words that thousands of humans had uttered since mankind developed speech.

Ronan Lynch — dreamer of dreams, fighter of men, skipper of classes —

“It’s the apocalypse. Just text me if you think of anything else.”

If the apocalypse comes, beep me!

Making Ronan Lynch smile felt as charged as making a bargain with Cabeswater. These weren’t forces to play with.

Adam lived in an apartment located above the office of St. Agnes Catholic Church, a fortuitous combination that focused most of the objects of Ronan’s worship into one downtown block.

His feelings for Adam were an oil spill; he’d let them overflow and now there wasn’t a damn place in the ocean that wouldn’t catch fire if he dropped a match.

There was a lot of night in those days behind him, and he preferred to turn his face into the sun.

Adam smiled cheerily. Ronan would start wars and burn cities for that true smile, elastic and amiable.

Ronan let out a breath, put the model down on the bed beside him, and kissed Adam.