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“Chainsaw, go find Opal,” Ronan told the raven. “She needs Opal.” Hennessy was not one hundred percent on bird body language, but she thought the raven nonetheless managed to look pouty.
“I let Lindenmere be more of itself, whatever it was in that other place.” “And what it is over there is dangerous.” “Dangerous things can protect themselves,” Ronan said.
They walked by an unforgiving field that grew only swords, blade-down, the hilt two or ten or thirty inches above the ground. They walked by a cave entrance guarded by an enormous white stag with horns tipped with blood. They walked by a meadow that was actually a lake, and a pond that was actually flower petals.
The little creature threw her arms around his legs and then pranced around him in a hectic circle, her hooves leaving divots. He lifted a foot. “That was my foot, come on.”
Liliana said in a soft voice, “It still troubles me how fragile you are.”
We have all this, we can do so much. It means we have to be ready to do what we need to do to make sure we don’t fuck everything up. No one else gets it. This is what we live with.
“I don’t know anymore. I don’t know if I want your life to change.” It was clear from Ronan’s face that he did. He was master of this tremendous place, dreamer of dreams, and still he wanted more.
It wasn’t that he hadn’t gone on dates or hooked up, that unlovely euphemism for what was sometimes a perfectly nice time.
Intimacy was allowed as long as it revealed nothing truthful. Which wasn’t very intimate at all.
“You’re a dream.” “If I had a puppy for every time a man said that to me,” Jordan said.
Something dangerous, like you, he thought. And like you, the forest whispered back.
Even after Niall died and Ronan and Declan had fought for a year, they’d remained tangled together, because hate binds as strongly as love.
Those images were his forever now, to the victor the prize, to the discoverer the memory.
Quench them with water, Lindenmere had said. There wasn’t enough water in here to pour over all of them, but it was at least enough to test a theory. But to his surprise, that wasn’t how it happened. He unscrewed the top. Immediately, the sundogs poured into the bottle.
She was thinking about it. She chewed her lip, then made a decision. “Can Farooq-Lane stay with me?”
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He went on, “I went to soccer and all I could think about was how you said I might not have internal organs.”
All of this was the opposite of safe, but Declan knew what she meant. She didn’t really mean safe, any more than his life before this had been safe. She meant something I can control.
Jordan, who’d always believed in the world, and Hennessy, who’d always known it was waiting for her to die.
“What do you want him to be like?” Hennessy asked. “Better at this than me,” Ronan said. “What’s this?” “Dreaming. Staying alive. Knowing what to do about the nightwash. Knowing what to do with Matthew. Knowing what to do with these dreamkillers. What do you want him to be like?” She wanted him to tell her how to stay alive. She wanted him to tell her how to save Jordan for good, so that she no longer had to rely on Hennessy, who was always and ever unreliable. She wanted Jordan to have the life she deserved. “Sexy as hell,” Hennessy said.
“I’ve been alone a long time,” he said. Part of her thought that he hadn’t, though. His brothers, his boyfriend, his friends who called him with information in the middle of the night.
at the end of the day, no one else could fathom what it was like living with these endless possibilities inside your head.
Ronan had loved Richard C. Gansey III far more than he loved himself at that point,
VEXED TO NIGHTMARE gleamed blindingly. The blade was made of the sky, and the sun blasted along every inch of it. As he swung it in an enormous arc over his head, it shimmered and dripped and blasted sunlight out from it, obscuring him. Beside him, Hennessy had unsheathed FROM CHAOS and now it gleamed with the cold, pure white of the full moon, and when she swung it, sparks and stars and fuming comet trail dripped and blasted out from it, hiding the rest of them from view.
