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- “Maybe I dreamt you,” he said. “Thanks for the straight teeth, then,” Adam replied.
- 'maybe i dreamt you' ARE U SERIOUS RONAN ????? this sounds like someone ~in loveeee~
- Adam mused, “Incorruptus. I never thought anyone would use that word to describe Lynch.” Ronan looked as pleased as a pit viper ever could.
- “I want you to whistle or hum or sing, Ronan, and keep track of time,” Gansey said. “You have got to be shitting me,” Ronan replied. “Me.” Gansey peered down the tunnel. “I know you know a lot of songs all the way through, and can do them the same speed and length every time. Because you had to memorize all of those tunes for the Irish music competitions.” Blue and Adam exchanged a delighted look. The only thing more pleasing than seeing Ronan singled out was seeing him singled out and forced to repeatedly sing an Irish jig.
- How small she is. Are you done growing?” “What!” Blue said.
- “Don’t Richard Gansey the Third at me,” Orla replied.
- You better wait in the car with your fancy face.” Gansey was too aware of his face’s fanciness to protest.
- Also, I told you to throw out those boxers months ago. The band’s all stretched out.” “That was me,” he said. “I stretched it. Get it?”
- really now?
- On the bottom, Ronan’s handwriting labeled it merely: manibus. For your hands.
- GOD, i'm at a loss YOU GAVE HIM HAND CREAM!!???? u care so much ronan lynch. DID YOU EVEN GO TO THE BARNS?? 'hey let's stop by adam's workplace, see what's up. i'll just tell him i'm avoiding malory yes ~perfect excuse~ first i'll scare the shit out of him and then leave him some (probably dreamed up) handcream for his lovely hands. oh and write the description in latin *manibus* ~for your hands~ yes perfect totally not romantic I'M NOT IN LUV'
- Because it was Noah and no one else, Gansey could admit, “I don’t know what I’ll do if I find him, Noah. I don’t know what I’ll be if I’m not looking for him. I don’t know the first thing about how to be that person again.” Noah put the clay in Gansey’s hands. “That’s exactly how I feel about the idea of being alive again.”
- He was so much more dangerous when he wasn’t angry.
- “Gansey boy! DICK.” Ronan whirled and walked backward to face the shouter. He spread his arms wide. “Not now, Cheng. The king’s a little busy.” “I wasn’t talking to you, Lynch. I need someone with a soul.”
- The two boys were friendly, but not friends. Henry ran with the Vancouver crowd, and Gansey ran with dead Welsh kings.
- As they moved through the old barn, Adam felt Ronan’s eyes glance off him and away, his disinterest practiced but incomplete. Adam wondered if anyone else noticed. Part of him wished they did and immediately felt bad, because it was vanity, really: See, Adam Parrish is wantable, worthy of a crush, not just by anyone, someone like Ronan, who could want Gansey or anyone else and chose Adam for his hungry eyes.
- so he does notice ronan
- that again Adam considered Ronan’s admiration of him. Someone like him treating someone like Adam as someone worthy
- Blue was not so much a terrible driver as a terrified one. Because she had not, as Jesse Dittley pointed out, eaten her greens, she had to adjust the seat as close to the pedals as possible. She clutched the steering wheel with the grace of a performing bear. Everything on the dash shouted for her attention. Lights? Speed! Air on face? Air on feet! Fuel-oil-engine! Strange bacon symbol? She drove very slowly.
- i am blue, blue is me
- “Here is my bargain: You let us explore your cave, and I’ll clean up your yard. I have good credentials.” [...] Finally, he replied, “ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME YOU DON’T LIKE WHAT I’VE DONE WITH THE PLACE?” “Every yard can use some flowers,” Blue replied. “DAMN STRAIGHT.” He shut the door in her face.
- CACKLING
- “I’ve never met someone else with a curse.” “WHAT’S YOURS?” “If I kiss my true love, he’ll die.” Jesse nodded as if to say yep, that’s a good one.
- “You guys have a death list?” Ronan broke in. “That is fucking dark. Am I on it?” “Some days, I wish,” Blue said.
- “Jesus Christ,” Gansey said, to hide the sound of every hair on his body standing up and both of his testicles retreating.
- omg
- “What do we do now?” Gansey asked. From the other room, Calla bellowed, “GO BUY US PIZZA. WITH EXTRA CHEESE, RICHIE RICH.” Blue said, “I think she’s starting to like you.”
- omfg richie rich
- No one should have been able to dream any of these things, much less all of them. But Adam had seen what Ronan could do. He’d read the dreamt will and ridden in the dreamt Camaro and been terrified by the dreamt night terror. It was possible that there were two gods in this church.
- “This car is really terrible,” Blue said. This was allowed, as the car was not really Mr. Gray’s. It was a hand-me-down white Mitsubishi of the sort that young men with big dreams and egos normally drove. It sported a custom license plate that read THIEF. “It grows on you,” Mr. Gray said. He paused. “Like a cancer.” “Buh dum pa.”
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