Call Down the Hawk (Dreamer Trilogy #1)

by Maggie Stiefvater

Adam. Adam Parrish was the destination of this road trip.

Ronan missed him like a lung.

You are made of dreams and this world is not for you.

Ronan hadn’t known anything about who Adam was then and, if possible, he’d known even less about who he himself was, but as they drove away from the boy with the bicycle, this was how it had begun: Ronan leaning back against his seat and closing his eyes and sending up a simple, inexplicable, desperate prayer to God: Please.

Ronan realized that Adam was staring at him in exactly the same way Ronan was staring at Adam.

“You smell like home.” Home.

Friends were serious business for Ronan Lynch. He was slow to acquire them, slower to lose them. The list was small, both because secrets made relationships complicated and because friends, for Ronan, were time-consuming. They got all of him. You could not, Ronan thought, give all of yourself away to many people, or there would be nothing left. So there was burnished Gansey, who might not have saved Ronan’s life in high school, but at the very least kept it mostly out of Ronan’s reach so that he could not take it down and break it. There was pocket-sized Blue Sargent, the psychic’s daughter, with her ferocious sense of right and wrong; they’d learned each other so slowly, peeling back layers and only truly figuring each other out just in time for high school to end. There was Adam, and there were Ronan’s brothers. That was it. Ronan could have had more casual friends, but he didn’t see the point.

“I want it too much,” Adam said. That sentence, Ronan thought, was enough to undo all bad feeling he might have had meeting Adam’s Harvard friends, all bad feeling about looking like a loser, all bad feeling about feeling stuck, all bad feeling, ever. Adam Parrish wanted him, and he wanted Adam Parrish. “It’ll work,” Ronan told him. “It’ll work.”

It felt like sadness was like radiation, like the amount of time between exposures was irrelevant, like you got a badge that eventually got filled up from a lifetime of it, and then it just killed you.

“Tell me to go to school closer to you and I will,” Adam said in a rush, the words piled together. “Just say it.”

holy shit

Gansey texted back: don’t make me get on a plane I’m currently chained to one of the largest black walnut trees in Oregon

Declan Lynch was a liar.

favourite liar fr

Ronan’s phone buzzed. He swept it up at once, which meant it could be only one person: Adam Parrish. For a few minutes, he listened to it very hard, and then, in a very quiet, very small, very un-Ronan voice, he said, “Alter idem” and hung up.

And one only had to spend a minute with the two of them to see that he was deeply invested in Ronan. So theoretically Adam was more positive than negative in the safety department.

“If you want to know more,” he said, “call me.” “Smooth,” she said. “Well done.” He smiled his straight-teeth corporate smile at her again.

So he just texted him: dreamt of you.

He ate a handful of antacids and washed them down with coffee,

this is the most declan thing i have ever heard

Another: Blue wants you to know Boudicca is Another: Sorry sent too soon quote is ‘Boudicca is the original goth. Ronan Lynch wishes he was that badass’

“I saved your life because I love you and I was scared and I didn’t know what else to do.

It was possible that no two students at Aglionby had ever come away with such a thorough understanding of Latin (or, possibly, of each other).

For one second of one minute of the day, he just let himself feel. There it was: Happiness.

I want so much more, he told himself.

Matthew had sent a text: please come home

Omg this is so sad???

Ronan ur so bad at pep talks what’s wrong with you

But it was not Declan’s; it was Ronan’s. SARGENTO said the caller ID.