In some parallel universe, there was a Gansey who could tell Blue that he found the ten inches of her bare calves far more tantalizing than the thirteen cubic feet of bare skin Orla sported....

You’ve had it the easiest. What good is all your privilege, you soft, spoiled thing, if you can’t stand on your own legs?

Please just tell me where you are.His heart hurt with the wanting of it, the hurt no less painful fro being difficult to explain.

The key, Gansey found, was that you had to believe that they existed; you had to realized they were part of something bigger. Some secrets only gave themselves up to those who’d proven themselves worthy.

What was a kiss without a kiss?” It was a tablecloth tugged from beneath a party service, everything jumbled against everything else in just a few chaotic moments. Fingers in hair. Hands cupping necks. Mouths...

I wish you could be kissed, Jane,’ he said. ‘Because I would beg just one off you. Under all this.’ He flailed an arm toward the stars.

Listening to him tell the story now, it was clear to Adam that Glendower was more than a historical figure to Gansey. He was everything Gansey wished he could be: wise and brave, sure of...

Is this thing safe?””Safe as life,” Gansey replied.

I guess I make things that need energy stronger. I’m like a walking battery.””You’re the table everyone wants at Starbucks,” Gansey mused as he began to walk again.Blue blinked. “What?”Over his shoulder, Gansey said, “Next...

Ronan’s bedroom door burst open. Hanging on the door frame, Ronan leaned out to peer past Gansey. He was doing that thing where he looked like both the dangerous Ronan he was now and the...

He strode over to the ruined church. This, Blue had discovered, was how Gansey got places – striding. Walking was for ordinary people.

He didn’t like to see either of the women in his family disappointed; it ruined perfectly good meals.

As always, there was an all-American war hero look to him, coded in his tousled brown hair, his summer-narrowed hazel eyes, the straight nose that ancient Anglo-Saxons had graciously passed on to him. Everything about...

When Gansey was polite, it made him powerful. When Adam was polite, he was giving power away.

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

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.

Gansey had always felt as if there were two of him: the Gansey who was in control, able to handle any situation, able to talk to anyone, and then, the other, more fragile Gansey, strung...

I am only my money. It is all anyone sees, even Adam.

Adam understood, then, that Gansey and Blue’s awe changed this place. Ronan and Adam may have seen this place as magical, but Gansey and Blue’s wonder made it holy.