Adam smiled cheerily. Ronan would start wars and burn cities for that true smile, elastic and amiable.

Adam's response was buried in the sound of the first-story door falling open. Noah slouched in. In a wounded tone, he said, "He threw me out the window!"Ronan's voice sang out from behind his closed door: "You're already dead!

Did you get notes for me?""No", Ronan replied,"I thought you were dead in a ditch.

His home was populated by things and creatures from Niall Lynch's dreams, and his mother was just another one of them

She asked, "Okay, wait, so why is Ronan at the library?""Cramming," Noah said. "For an exam on Monday."It was the nicest thing Blue had ever heard of Ronan doing.

Noah had wandered down the aisle, but now he gleefully returned with a snow globe. He stood behind Ronan until he pushed off the shelf to admire the atrocity. "Glitter," whispered Noah reverentially, giving it a shake.

As Gansey led the way out, Noah said to Ronan, “I know why you’re mad.”Ronan sneered at him, but his pulse heaved. “Tell me then, prophet.”Noah said, “It’s not my job to tell other people’s secrets.

To think you could have been dreaming the cure for cancer," Blue said. "Look, Sargent," Ronan retorted, "I was gonna dream you some eye cream last night since clearly modern medicine's doing jack shit for you, but I nearly had my ass handed to me by a death snake from the fourth circle of dream hell, so you're welcome."Blue was appropriately touched. "Ah, thanks, man.""No problem, bro.

Ronan didn't need physics. He could intimidate even a piece of plywood into doing what he wanted.