Leah | 15
They all glanced at the trees that surrounded them; they were fenced by one thousand different shades of green fastened to a million wind-blown claws. “And the last line?” Gansey asked. “That last word doesn’t look like Latin.”“Nomine appellant,” Ronan read. “Call it by name.” He paused. “Cabeswater.”
ronan lynch + places
Adam finally sat down on one of the pews. Laying his cheek against the smooth back of it, he looked at Ronan. Strangely enough, Ronan belonged here, too, just as he had at the Barns. This noisy, lush religion had created him just as much as his father’s world of dreams; it seemed impossible for all of Ronan to exist in one person. Adam was beginning to realize that he hadn’t known Ronan at all. Or rather, he had known part of him and assumed it was all of him.
