In that moment, Blue was a little in love with all of them.
Their magic. Their quest. Their awfulness and strangeness.
Her raven boys.
He hadn't realized yet that Gansey could persuade even the sun to pause and give him the time.
Maggie StiefvaterSo what you're saying is you can't explain it."
"I did explain it."
"No, you used nouns and verbs together in a pleasing but illogical format.
She wore a dress Ronan thought looked like a lampshade. Whatever sort of lamp it belonged on, Gansey clearly wished he had one.
Ronan wasn't a fan of lamps.
Non mortem, somni fratem.
Maggie StiefvaterI'm having a psychic moment. It involves you and me."
Distracted, Gansey glanced up from the computer screen. "Were you talking to me or Ronan?"
"Either. I'm flexible."
Blue made a small, terrible noise.
"I would appreciate if you'd turn your inner eye towards the water.
While I'm gone," Gansey said, pausing, "dream me the world. Something new for every night.
Maggie StiefvaterThe one reality was this: He was home.
How badly he wanted to stay.
He lifted his eyes to the girl. She looked afraid. She always looked afraid, these days. The world was a scary place.
She said: "Take me with you."
He woke up.
In Ronan's hand, the mask was as thin as a sheet of paper, still warm from Adam's gasped breaths. Orphan Girl buried her face in his side, her body shaking with sobs. Her tiny voice was muffled: "Tollerere me a hic, tollerere me a hic..."
Take me away from here, take me away from here.
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