It was meaningless, a riddle perhaps, but nonetheless, Adam felt the hairs of his neck crawl. 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.
“Today, Blue thought, is the day I stop listening to the future and start living it instead.”
Because there was nothing terrible about kissing Noah Czerny, apart from him being cold. She let him kiss her, and kissed him back until he pulled back on an elbow and clumsily wiped away some of her tears with the heel of his fist. His smudge had gotten very dark, and he was cold enough that she shivered.
Blue gave him a watery smile. “That was super nice.”
He shrugged, eyes doleful, shoulders curled in on themselves. He was fading. It wasn’t that she could see through him. It was that it was hard to remember what he looked like, even while she was looking at him. When he turned his head, she saw him swallow. He mumbled, “I’d ask you out, if I was alive.”
Nothing was fair.
“I’d say okay,” she replied.
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“i think they’re here because i thought they ought to be here,” gansey said. blue replied sarcastically. “okay, god.”
the raven cycle but every time ronan fantasizes about adam’s hands it gets faster
i love how the raven cycle is marketed as “teen romance” everywhere like, ah yes, the universal story of a teenage boy and his undying love for a dead welsh king
The hounds of the Aglionby Club Hunt howled it that fall: away, away, away. He was a king. This was the year he was going to die.