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three Ashleys in a row,
He hated saying it. He hated everything. He couldn’t take it anymore. He didn’t have it in him to love another dream. It hurt too bad. Loving anything did.
There was a dirt driveway that led a few feet to a metal farm gate before disappearing into field grass. A four-board fence on either side of the gate held back several drowsy cows.
No
Ronan stood and hugged Opal’s head to his leg.
“You were only trying to help,” Ronan said to Opal in a conciliatory way.
a sound that meant it was alive, very alive, not the reverse. The leaves were frozen in midfall. The birds were trapped in midflight. Everything was held in that note.
With a squeak, Opal begged to be picked up, and he did so just as the creatures reached them.
They were sooty, dead black, all mingling into each other, less like distinct animals and more like smoke billowing. Their eyes gleamed white-orange, and when they panted, their mouths glowed and revealed the brilliant furnaces inside each of them.
FUCKING HELL HOUNDS???
Sundogs
Sun dogs lol. Ronan and his catholic ass
Ronan was always the one to find his dead family members; it didn’t seem
fair.
Those images were his forever now, to the victor the prize, to the discoverer the memory.
Immediately, the sundogs poured into the bottle.
One wanted to give her something to put over her face until she could get her dignity back.
Jordan seemed like she should’ve come first. Hennessy was … less.
As long as his brothers were alive, there was always worse that could happen.
No, Declan hated the idea of his brothers being in danger.
Declan loves them so much
“I went to soccer and all I could think about was how you said I might not have internal organs.”
She somehow seemed more real than any of them.
A dream, but more real than Declan. This was all so tangled.
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.
Hennessy, some may not get you but I do.
She could tell that he had been hoping for a reply before they did this.
A savage fuckup like Ronan could trust his subconscious that deeply.
Are you sure about that?
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. But the bigger part of her understood it, because she’d been alone, too. Because at the end of the day, no one else could fathom what it was like living with these endless possibilities inside your head.
She reached between them and fumbled until she felt his leather wristbands, then found his hand. She held it. He held back tightly.
It was his friends leaving in Gansey’s old Camaro for a year’s trip without him.
Oh my god
It was Adam sitting with him in the labyrinth in Harvard telling him that it was never going to work.
Oh my god
It now had a beautiful black blade to match the hilt.
The sundogs. Lindenmere. Dreams that had to be dreams.
You are made of dreams and this world is not for you.
A sword lay on each of their chests, a matching pair.
