Greywaren (Dreamer Trilogy, #3)

by Maggie Stiefvater

Part of him had hoped she might also fall in love with the beauty of the place, with the promise of what their life together would look like, but he knew what she really wanted.

tens of thousands of people and animals

WHAT

In any case, Matthew had once said that morning smelled like coffee, so now it had to continue smelling like coffee.

Oh honey, poor Declan

He had not thought before that he looked very much like his brother Ronan, but now— (Do not think about Ronan)

Oh god

Adam Parrish was the person Ronan cared about more than anyone else in the world. If Ronan wasn’t calling him, he wasn’t calling anybody.

(He lived in guilt, he wallowed in guilt, he was nothing but guilt.)

Declan no

he was wanted, he was wanted, he was wanted.

He wondered what it would be like, having such big feelings. He seemed to remember some were nicer than others.

Now he was confused. He remembered that?

*record scratch*

It was Ronan Lynch.

WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK

She had a face like a poem and a smile like a punch line.

That’s my baby

She had a face like a poem and a smile like a punch line.

Thats my baby

Declan wondered why it was Ronan who got to sleep forever instead of him.

Oh god

“are you going to be quiet?”

He had just the two dreams he would never sell: this one, from his father, and the ORBMASTER, a golden little handful of light Ronan had given him months and months ago.

I’m too sleep deprived to be reading this

He wished he could take that part back.

The bottomless abyss needed more, more, more.

Look at that poor asshole lying on that packed dirt, look how lovingly tattooed his skin was, each mark a small confirmation that even though it felt like he hated his life and his body, deep down, he wanted to keep it, to redecorate the place to his own liking.

HE WANTED TO KEEP IT

It wasn’t caused by an absence of ley line energy, but rather by an excess of the human world’s energy.

Oh?

Elation overtook Ronan. Even before he put a name to the face, he was overwhelmed with a single thought: It is going to be okay. The second voice belonged to Adam Parrish.

IT IS GOING TO BE OKAY

Memories were surfacing of a slightly different version of Adam, a younger one, a less polished one. Images, bright as sweetmetals, came to him. Aglionby Academy, an unloved trailer, a bare apartment, an abandoned Virginia warehouse, the slanting, long fields of the Barns. Midnight drives, anxious journeys into pitch-black caves, charged glances over school desks, knuckles pressed against mouths, tight hugs goodbye.

Aglionby Academy, an unloved trailer, a bare apartment, an abandoned Virginia warehouse, the slanting, long fields of the Barns. Midnight drives, anxious journeys into pitch-black caves, charged glances over school desks, knuckles pressed against mouths, tight hugs goodbye.

Im going to throw up

Aglionby Academy, an unloved trailer, a bare apartment, an abandoned Virginia warehouse, the slanting, long fields of the Barns. Midnight drives, anxious journeys into pitch-black caves, charged glances over school d...

I’m gonna throw up oh my god

Ronan noticed Adam’s watch then. For the first time, he was able to pull up a memory as easily as he had when he was wearing his physical body. He’d dreamt that watch for Adam when he left for Harvard. It was the closest he could come to a love letter; the language of affection had never felt right to Ronan. Clumsy. Overblown. False. Ronan speaking the language of another country, vocabulary learned from watching films on YouTube. But the watch—the watch told the time for whatever time zone

Ronan was in, and it said exactly what Ronan meant to say.

Think of where I am, it said. ...

“Ronan will be pissed if something happened to her.”

ADAM

“Oh, no. I can’t do that. I’m not going to … I showed you this place, but I can’t be the, like, I can’t come here and …”

Adam?

“Look,” said Adam, “Ronan chose his side. It wasn’t me.”

Oh my god

Left to his own devices, Ronan had chosen Adam, he was sure he’d chosen Adam.

Ronan had chosen Adam, he was sure he’d chosen Adam.

But Ronan didn’t chose Adam

“He gets into trouble in school, you ask Gansey to fix it. Gets into trouble here, you blame Bryde. If anything, Bryde’s his victim. He was doing what he was made to do.”

He was doing what he was made to do.”

Declan made a face. “Dreams are their own people. They can make...

“Too bad Ronan’s not awake to hear you say that,” Adam said. “There was a time it would’ve mean...

OH MY GOD

Crouching, he undid the band of his dreamt watch.

NO

Ronan understood at once what was happening. No. He laid the useless watch on top of Ronan’s wrist. No. He fastened the band, checking to make sure it wasn’t too tight on Ronan’s wrist. No.

No. He laid the useless watch on top of ...

N O

“Post tenebras lux,” he whispered. Light follows darkness. Adam added, “Tamquam …” Alter idem, Ronan thought.

A plain wooden

mask, with round eye holes and gaping mouth. It was not a horrific mask, but it felt horrific to look at nonetheless.

“If you need more help,” Adam said from the doorway, “don’t call me.”

Oh my god

enormous like grief or shame.

the Lace’s dialogue came off more like a recorded message of all the terrible thoughts Hennessy already had.

It was truly amazing how much of the past few days Hennessy had spent either fantasizing about Farooq-Lane or having that fantasy ruined by the reality of her.

Baby girl same

The radio spontaneously began to play opera at top volume, a thing it had begun to do with increasing frequency.

Even the shape of his hands was comfortingly familiar. The backs were badly chapped.

The backs were badly chapped. The palms of them had numbers jotted on them, half-smeared from washing or age.

The palms of them had numbers jotted on them, half-smeared f...