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There was, of course, no way that he would force the raven downstairs. It looked bite-sized and improbable. He wasn’t certain if it was extremely cute or appallingly ugly, and it bothered him that it managed to be both.
Gansey didn’t know how to describe how it felt, to see death crawling inches from him, to know that in a few seconds, he could have gone from “a promising student” to “beyond saving.”
Something stuck in Gansey’s chest. “I would take all of you anywhere with me.”
it was a sort of halfhearted affection born of nostalgia more than any real feeling.
Ronan didn’t need physics. He could intimidate even a piece of plywood into doing what he wanted.
“To the psychic’s? You know what that place was?” Ronan asked. “A castration palace. You date that girl, you should send her your nuts instead of flowers.” “You’re a Neanderthal.” “Sometimes you sound just like Gansey,” Ronan said. “Sometimes you don’t.” Noah laughed his breathy, nearly soundless laugh.
“Finally!” he shouted, jogging out toward them. He was still wearing those idiotic Top-Siders she’d noticed at the reading, this time paired with cargo shorts and a yellow polo shirt that made it look as if he were prepared for any sort of emergency, so long as the emergency involved him falling onto a yacht. In his hand he held a container of organic apple juice.
“Is this thing safe?” “Safe as life,” Gansey replied.
he just shook his head, smiling, like Gansey was a joke that was too complicated to explain.
There was nothing more efficient than aiming for your destination as the crow flew.
Gansey feel strange, like he’d heard an unpleasant statement and later forgotten everything about the words but the way they had made him feel.
Ronan said, “I’m always straight.” Adam replied, “Oh, man, that’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told.”
Gansey felt like he couldn’t survive not knowing if the lines meant something. That was the only part of his hunt for Glendower that he could never seem to explain to people.
can your battery get drained? By things other than conversations about prostitution?”
BRUH how did i never notice thise before
Gansey looked up to them, and she saw in his face that he loved this place. His bald expression held something new: not the raw delight of finding the ley line or the sly pleasure of teasing Blue.
She recognized the strange happiness that came from loving something without knowing why you did, that strange happiness that was sometimes so big that it felt like sadness. It was the way she felt when she looked at the stars.
Impossibly, Blue realized that this other Blue was crying because she loved Gansey. And that the reason Gansey touched her like that, his fingers so careful with her, was because he knew that her kiss could kill him.
“I like Blue just fine,” Gansey said. He didn’t believe she was really offended; her face didn’t look like it had at Nino’s when they’d first met, and her ears were turning pink. He thought, possibly, he was getting a little better at not offending her, although he couldn’t seem to stop teasing her. “Some of my favorite shirts are blue. However, I also like Jane.”
“Is this thing safe?” “Safe as life.”
don’t want you to buy me food!” Blue said. “If you pay for it, then it’s like I’m … be — be —” “Beholden to me?” Gansey suggested pleasantly. “Don’t put words in my mouth.” “It was your word.” “You assumed it was my word. You can’t just go around assuming.” “But that is what you meant, isn’t it?” She scowled. “I’m done with this conversation.”
Theyre like a married couple and i love it
As Adam stared at his lap, penitent, he mused that there was something musical about Ronan when he swore, a careful and loving precision to the way he fit the words together, a black-painted poetry. It was far less hateful sounding than when he didn’t swear.
It was Gansey’s unmistakable, polite voice, the one he used to turn straw into gold.
“Blue, I know you’re not an idiot. It’s just, sometimes smart people do dumb things.”
There was something bleak and meaningless about it: death with no afterlife.
“Aquamarine is a wonderful color, and I won’t be made to feel bad for wearing it,” Gansey said.
Just then he looked younger than she’d ever seen him, his eyes narrowed, hair messed up, features unstudied. Young and, strangely enough, afraid.
Then Gansey, suddenly charming again, flipped a hand in the direction of her purple tunic dress. “Lead the way, Eggplant.”
“Thanks for coming, Jane,” Gansey said. Blue shot him a dirty look. “You’re welcome, Dick.”
He looked pained. “Please don’t.”
awww :(
She asked, “Were you scared?” He didn’t have to answer. She saw it in the hollow of his eyes.
Gansey replied, “Once Arthur knew the grail existed, how could he not look for it?”
“Dude,” Ronan remarked. “You’re flipped.”
“I’m just warning you,” Neeve said. “Watch for the devil. When there’s a god, there’s always a legion of devils.”
Gansey had always felt as if there were two of him: the Gansey who was in control, able to handle any situation, able to talk to anyone, and then, the other, more fragile Gansey, strung out and unsure, embarrassingly earnest, driven by naive longing. That second Gansey loomed inside him now, more than ever, and he didn’t like it.
car was a wrapper for its contents, he thought, and if he looked on the inside like any of the cars in this garage looked on the outside, he couldn’t live with himself. On the outside, he knew he looked a lot like his father. On the inside, he sort of wished he looked more like the Camaro. Which was to say, more like Adam.
The entire place smelled dusty, but in the good, old way of a library or a museum.
He was not looking at her, but there was something about his posture that betrayed his awareness of her.
“My mother used to say, ‘Don’t throw compliments away, so long as they’re free.’” His face was very earnest. “That one wasn’t meant to cost you anything, Blue.”
Holding her was frightening and lovely; she was such a small, tenuous little life, her pulse tapping rapidly against Blue’s skin.
“I want you to know,” Noah said, pressing the carved bone against his Adam’s apple, hard, as if it would squeeze the words from him, “I was … more … when I was alive.”
“You’re enough now,” Blue said. “I missed you.” With a wan smile, Noah reached over and petted Blue’s hair, just like he used to. She could barely feel his fingers.
He was full of the restless, dissatisfied energy that always seemed to move into his heart after he visited home these days. It had something to do with the knowledge that his parents’ house wasn’t truly home anymore — if it had ever been — and something to do with the realization that they hadn’t changed; he had.
Gansey was beginning to feel something somewhere in his gut. It still didn’t feel like fear. It was something strung out like a rope bridge, barely supporting weight. It was the suspicion that nothing else in Gansey’s life had ever been real except for this moment.
For a moment, there was no time: just the space between when one breath escaped and another rushed in.
And his journal. He felt raw: the chronicle of his fiercest desires stripped from him by force.
So it was true. She really was the table at Starbucks everyone wanted.
The distant memories seemed difficult, lonely, more populated with late nights where Adam sat on the steps of the double-wide, blinking tears out of his eyes and wondering why he bothered. He’d been younger then, only a little more than a year ago.
“To do this,” Ronan Lynch snarled, smashing his fist into the side of Robert Parrish’s face.
YES. GO. OFF
Gansey despised raising his voice (in his head, his mother said, People shout when they don’t have the vocabulary to whisper),
But then he stopped. He dropped his head into his hands. His thumbs worked through the hair above his ears, over and over, the knuckles white. When he sucked in his breath, it was the ragged sound that came from trying not to cry.
