The Dream Thieves

Their magic. Their quest. Their awfulness and strangeness.
Her raven boys.

Ronan Lynch: I am being perfectly fucking civil.



Adam Parrish “Do you think you're a train wreck?"
"That would mean I was on the tracks to start with.”



Richard Gansey the Third 'I wish you could be kissed, Jane,' he said. 'Because I would beg

Their magic. Their quest. Their awfulness and strangeness.
Her raven boys.

Ronan Lynch: I am being perfectly fucking civil.



Adam Parrish “Do you think you're a train wreck?"
"That would mean I was on the tracks to start with.”



Richard Gansey the Third 'I wish you could be kissed, Jane,' he said. 'Because I would beg just one off you.'



Noah Czerny "I can't believe Noah didn't stick around to help."
"Sure you can. Never trust the dead.”

Miranda. Don't be a loser, just read it already.

Gansey added, “I would’ve thought you had more muscles. Don’t feminists have big muscles?”
Decidedly not in love with him.

Gansey couldn’t understand the speed of it. One moment, she was wearing clothing, and the next moment, she was wearing a bikini. Fifty percent of the world was browned skin and fifty percent was orange nylon. From the Mona Lisa smile on Orla’s lips, it was clear she was pleased to finally be allowed to demonstrate her true talents.
A tiny part of Gansey’s brain said: You have been staring for too long.
The larger part of his brain said: ORANGE.

“While I’m gone,” Gansey said, pausing, “dream me the world. Something new for every night.”

He was struck by what a glorious and fearless animal Blue Sargent was, and he made a mental note to tell her that very thing, if she didn’t drown getting whatever the second thing was.

“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. “And then we’d never say anything about it again.”

She scratched her calf with her bare foot. She wore a dress Ronan thought looked like a lampshade. Whatever sort of lamp it belonged on, Gansey clearly wished he had one.

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"The Gray Man took the gun from the passenger seat and shot his brother. Twice."

"Ronan said, 'Life isn't just sex and drugs and cars.'
Kavinsky said, 'Mine is.'"

All of us have secrets in our lives. We’re keepers or kept-from, players or played. Secrets and cockroaches — that’s what will be left at the end of it all.

All of us have secrets in our lives. We’re keepers or kept-from, players or played. Secrets and cockroaches — that’s what will be left at the end of it all.

With a theatric twist of his hand, he presented his dream object. A pen cap. He twitched his fingers until Ronan handed over the dream-pen.
The cap, of course, fit perfectly.

After a moment, he heard the hood groan as Kavinsky leaned over him. Then he felt the ridged callus of a finger drag slowly over the skin on his back. A slow arc between his shoulder blades, drawing the pattern of his tattoo. Then sliding down his spine, tensing every muscle it moved over.

Everyone at St. Agnes knew the Lynch brothers didn’t come to church alone.

It was nothing, but it was Adam Parrish’s nothing. How he hated and loved it. How proud he was of it, how wretched it was.

The Gray Man thought of Maura’s smile again. And he thought of the fuss and noise of 300 Fox Way, of Blue’s bright banter, of the tuna fish sandwich at the deli counter, the haunted blue mountains calling him home.
He wanted to stay.

she very much liked the idea of it —Blue Sargent, desperado; Blue Sargent, superhero; Blue Sargent, badass.

“I’d ask you out, if I was alive.”
Nothing was fair.
“I’d say okay,” she replied.

"Suddenly, for the briefest moment, panic forced itself up.
Am I a dream creature? Would I know?"

"Suddenly, for the briefest moment, panic forced itself up.
Am I a dream creature? Would I know?"

"Ronan watched Gansey over the body of the creature - it seemed even larger in its death - and his expression was as unguarded as Gansey had ever seen it. He was being made to understand that this, all of it, was a confession. A look into who Ronan really had been the entire time he had known him.
What a world of wonders and horrors, and Glendower only one of them."

"And you, Ronan," Niall said. He always said Ronan differently from other words. As if he had meant to say another word entirely - something like knife or poison or revenge - and then swapped it out for Ronan's name at the last moment.
"When you were born, the rivers dried up and the cattle in Rockingham County wept blood."

"Ronan Lynch's second secret was..."