The Raven King (The Raven Cycle, #4)

by Maggie Stiefvater

Gansey wasn’t sure he was in a position to be falling in love, but he’d done it anyway. He didn’t quite grasp the mechanics of it.

a fortuitous combination that focused most of the objects of Ronan’s worship into one downtown block.

He had memorized the shape of Adam’s hands in particular: the way his thumb jutted awkwardly, boyishly; the roads of the prominent veins; the large knuckles that punctuated his long fingers. In dreams Ronan put them to his mouth.

OH?

Ronan held out his hand; Adam took it. Ronan hauled him up, his mind all palm against palm, thumb crossed over thumb, fingers pressed into wrist bone — and then Adam was facing him and he released his hand. The ocean burned.

Im cheesin TOO hard

“Are you going to lock your shitbox?” Adam said, “No point. Hooligans got in anyway.” The hooligan in question smiled thinly.

On Saturday, Adam woke up to perfect silence. He had forgotten what such a thing was like. Fog moved lightly outside the windows of Declan’s bedroom, muting any birds.

Waking up in the barns oh im sick

He couldn’t tell if he was letting himself idolize this place or Ronan, and he wasn’t sure there was a difference.

Religion-Love symbolism you will always be famous!!

“What then? What if you do find him?” “That’s all there is.”

Very reluctantly, Artemus said, “Someone must willingly die on the corpse road.”

Ruh roh. I dont like that!

King. Probably. I am going to go now. “Persephone, please — I —” miss you.

We were robbed of this dynamic fr