The Raven Boys

Stepping forward, leaning over the hood of the car, Ronan pressed his finger to the windshield, and while they watched, he wrote:

REMEMBERED

Haven’t you heard of being hung, drawn, and quartered?”

Blue asked, “Is it as painful as conversations with Ronan?”

You’re right, Ronan, it’s starting, something’s starting.

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

Ha ha ha ha! It was an intimidating laugh that tended to make men suspect that they were possibly the brunt of it.

And of course, from one thousand feet, Henrietta took Gansey’s breath away.

She hadn’t really believed the part about the helicopter. Not in a way that prepared her for seeing an actual, life-sized helicopter, sitting there in the lot, looking normal, like someone would park an SUV.

Adam’s face melted into a grin, an expression so unlike his usual one that his features needed to completely shift to accommodate it.

This was so like Ronan. His room inside Monmouth was filled with expensive toys, but, like a spoiled child, he ended up playing outside with sticks.

Ronan said, “I’m always straight.”
Adam replied, “Oh, man, that’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told.”