When Ronan thought of Gansey, he thought of moving into Monmouth Manufacturing, of nights spent in companionable insomnia, of a summer searching for a king, of Gansey asking the Gray Man for his life. Brothers.

Saw him where?""While I was sitting outside with one of my half aunts."This seemed to satisfy Ronan was well, because he asked, "What's the other half of her?""God, Ronan," Adam said. "Enough.

The buck stops here," Ronan said, pulling up the hand brake. "Home shit home.

No homework. I got suspended,” Blue replied.“Get the fuck out,” Ronan said, but with admiration. “Sargent, you asshole.

He did not say that the only true nightmare was not being able to do something and that this, at least, was something.

He had only just been making out with Ronan, and his hands would have nonetheless murdered him while Adam watched.

What a dreadful thought," Gansey observed suddenly. "Ronan among this crowd."For a fleeting moment, Adam could imagine it: the brocade curtains in decaying flames, the decorated consorts screaming from beneath the harpsichord, Ronan standing among it all saying Fuck Washington.

He was brother to a liar and brother to an angel, son of a dream and son of a dreamer.

I found it.""People find pennies," Gansey replied. "Or car keys. Or four-leaf clovers.""And ravens," Ronan said. "You're just jealous 'cause" - at this point, he had to stop to regroup his beer-sluggish thoughts - "you didn't find one, too.