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Greywaren, do you even know what it means?”
Protector and guardian—that is what you are supposed to be. King and shepherd both. But look at you, sick in your avoidant gluttony. There are not two of you. Your waking self cannot ignore what your dreaming self needs, because they are the same. Now you tell me. What is it you’re really feeling?”
“It was ley lines.”
It’s not a game for those who go to sleep and bring everything they see back with them.
Guilt was never too far away anyway.
But no part of her thought: Nathan killed Jason Mathai.
All except for Jordan, who had always mattered the most anyway. But where was she now?
What else does a phone do?”
He hates phones for so long and now all he wants is one to ttalk to Adam with. WHERE IS ADAM
he a witch? Did he say a spell wrong and you appeared and now you’re bound for life?” “Yeah,” Ronan said. “That one.”
They were not exactly opposites but their appearances nonetheless gave the impression they were.
“Are you guys in love five-ever or do you think you’re a pretty board game to pass his time?” Now she sounded ugly, too.
Suddenly, Hennessy had a very clear understanding that the cruel exterior Ronan Lynch wore was not all posture.
WELL MAYBE DONT BE A BITCH GD HENNY
making him look even more like a hulking goth than he had before.
Seeing the two pairs tumbled together, a nameless feeling had suddenly overwhelmed Ronan. It was about
Adam’s gloves here, but it was also Adam’s jacket tossed on
a dining room chair, his soda can forgotten on the foyer table, him somewhere tossed with equal comfort in the Barns, his presence commonplace enough that he was not having to perform or engage with Ronan at all times. He w...
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It was reminding him how even though it was a great memory, a great future, it hadn’t been enough for Ronan.
If it had been enough, he’d still be waiting safely at the Barns until it came true.
“Do you think it’s wise to be looking in the rearview mirror?”
I dont like this. Bryde is not good man
mimicking his old friend Gansey’s Southern accent before remembering none of these new acquaintances had ever met him.
He just likke me fr
Bryde didn’t know.
Perhaps they grew better in the absence of noise.
They value their oldest members, as do I.”
“Pure, quiet, strong. If that dam miles and miles away didn’t exist, it would be perfect.
He wants to blow up the dam
The disdain in his voice was sufficient to twist Ronan’s guts.
HMMMMMMM
“Does he even want that?”
EXCUSE ME
“It’s a warning, not an order. The view in the rearview mirror is often a painful one.”
Where is Adam?
HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM bad man
You’ve given them the gift of letting them look away, and I’m just warning you they might not like you returning that gift for store credit.”
“You’re wrong,” Ronan said. “About Adam, anyway.”
“Tell me the dream that produced all those wheels,” Bryde said. “Tamquam—” “Don’t say that again,” Ronan said. Then, again, “You’re wrong.”
For having favorites who weren’t Declan.
Baby no
He hated that he’d been naïve enough to ever be fooled by
her.
That was Ronan’s worst sin: idolizing their father.
Do you really want to die in Connecticut?”
I love Declan so much
Declan had put his identity crises on hold multiple times for the greater good. Matthew had only been asked to do it once.
Good news, it was Ronan on the other end of the phone. Bad news, it was Ronan on the other end of the phone.
“How does it feel to ask for something reasonable and be completely ignored? How does it feel to know you’ve made plans to keep the family safe and they aren’t keeping to them?”
“He sounds happy,” Matthew observed. “Yeah,” Declan lied.
Declan didn’t even know why he lied about it; the fib was like bubble wrap, the truth carefully kept pristine and untouched for his collection.
Declan’s relationship with the criminal underworld was the longest and most stable one he’d had in his life. Declan had a very complicated relationship with his family.
Jordan was beginning to wonder just how much of the world had been dreamt.
No, it was like being real.
Jordan had told herself she would not fret over whether Declan Lynch had gotten her postcard or whether he was going to do something about it, but she was annoyed to find herself imagining what his reaction would have been to this painting, which was much like those he’d kept in the secret art space at his townhome. 7
This was something that had been kept from her. Jordan felt very strange.
“And you said I had daddy issues,” Ronan scoffed. “They’re like chicken pox,” she said. “More than one person can have them at a time.”
Calling Declan had made Ronan feel more unmoored, not less.
Every so often Ronan felt he almost recognized him, and then it went away again.
Ronan knew he had no right to feel jealous or betrayed that Bryde wasn’t simply his and Hennessy’s. He’d known Bryde was infamous before he ever rescued them. For what? For this, perhaps. For showing up in people’s heads.
