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The annoying thing about Ronan was always that he was angry when everyone else was calm, and calm when everyone else was angry. By Maggie Stiefvater Angry Ronan Calm Annoying Thing

Don't say Dick Gansey, man. Do not say it. He is never going to be with you. And don't me tell you don't swing that way, man. I'm in your head.""That's not what Gansey is to me," Ronan said."You didn't say you don't swing that way."Ronan was silent. Thunder growled under his feet. "No, I didn't. By Maggie Stiefvater Dick Man Gansey Ronan Swing

Raven." There was a long pause as Ronan regarded his hand. "Maybe a crow. But I doubt it. I ... yeah, seriously doubt it. Corvus corax."Even drunk, Ronan knew the Latin name for the common raven. By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Raven Doubt Yeah Hand

Ronan replied, 'I'm waiting for you to tell me what to do, Gansey. Tell me where to go. By Maggie Stiefvater Gansey Ronan Replied Waiting

He's not in here, Ronan told her as she stretched her neck long in an attempt to see on top of the bed. Grunting in response, Chainsaw unsucessfully searched for entertainment. Matthew was a loud, joyful kid, but his room was orderly and spare. Ronan used to think that this was because Matthew kept all his clutter inside his curly-haired head. But now he suspected it was because Ronan had not had enough imagination to dream a fully formed human. Three-year-old Ronan had wanted a brother whose love was complete and uncomplicated. Three-year-old Ronan had dreamt Matthew, the opposite of Declan in every way. Was he human? By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Matthew Bed Chainsaw Told

There was something musical about Ronan when he swore, a careful and loving precision to the way he fit the words together, a black-painted poetry. It was far less hateful sounding than when he didn't swear. By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Swore Poetry Musical Careful

In and out' Ronan repeated. It didn't sound like a dream he'd ever had.'Like a motherfucking thief. By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Repeated Had Thief Sound

From Ronan's room, he heard Noah's laugh. He and Ronan were throwing various objects from the second-story window to the parking low below. There was a terrific crash.Ronan's voice rose, exasperated. Not that one, Noah. By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Room Laugh Noah Heard

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. By Maggie Stiefvater God Ronan Adam Aunts Asked

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. By Maggie Stiefvater Gansey Manufacturing Thought Ronan Monmouth

Ronan sometimes dreamt of Adam, too, the latter boy sullen and elegant and fluently disdainful of dream-Ronan's clumsy attempts to communicate. By Maggie Stiefvater Adam Ronan Communicate Dreamt Boy

Adam was beginning to realize that he hadn't known Ronan at all. Or rather, he had known part of him and assumed it was all of him. By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Adam Beginning Realize Part

That night, after Gansey had gone to meet Blue, Ronan retrieved one of Kavinsky's green pills from his still-unwashed pair of jeans and returned to bed. Propped up in the corner, he stretched out his hand to Chainsaw, but she ignored him. She had stolen a cheese cracker and now was very busily stacking things on top of it to make sure Ronan would never take it back. Although she kept glancing back at his outstretched hand, she pretended not to see it as she added a bottle cap, an envelope, and a sock to the pile hiding the cracker. By Maggie Stiefvater Blue Gansey Kavinsky Ronan Night

Ronan kept going, his voice louder. No. Do you hear me, Cabeswater? You promised to keep me safe. Who are we to you? Nothing? If you let him die, that is not keeping me safe. Do you understand? If they die, I die, too. By Maggie Stiefvater Cabeswater Ronan Louder Die Safe

What an impossible and miraculous and hideous thing this was. An ugly plan hatched by an ugly boy now dreamt into ugly life. From dream to reality. How appropiate it was that Ronan, left to his own devices, manifested beautiful cars and beautiful birds and tenderhearted brothers, while Adam, when given the power, manifested a filthy string of perverse murders. By Maggie Stiefvater Ugly Impossible Miraculous Hideous Thing

Ronan," Noah said, "I have a super bad feeling.""It's called being dead," Ronan replied. By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Noah Feeling Dead Replied

Ah brother, things will be better now. I promise." Ronan ... "Vital Perception By D.l. Given Brother Things Ronan Vital Perception

I was three. What did I know? Ronan turned away, lashes low over his eyes, expression hidden, burdened by being born, not made. By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Lashes Eyes Expression Hidden

Ronan crossed his arms to wait, just looking. At Adam's fine cheekbones, his furrowed fair eyebrows, his beautiful hands, everything washed out by the furious light. He had memorized the shape of Adam's hands in particular: the way his thumb jutted awkwardly, boyishly; the roads of the prominent veins; the large knuckles that punctuated his long fingers. In dreams Ronan put them to his mouth. By Maggie Stiefvater Adam Wait Ronan Crossed Arms

At Adam's fine cheekbones, his furrowed fair eyebrows, his beautiful hands, everything washed out by the furious light. He had memorized the shape of Adam's hands in particular: the way his thumb jutted awkwardly, boyishly; the roads of the prominent veins; the large knuckles that punctuated his long fingers. In dreams Ronan put them to his mouth. His feelings for Adam were an oil spill; he'd let them overflow and now there wasn't a damn place in the ocean that wouldn't catch fire if he dropped a match. Chainsaw By Maggie Stiefvater Adam Hands Cheekbones Eyebrows Light

Some people envied Ronan's money. Adam envied his time. To be as rich as Ronan was to be able to go to school and do nothing else, to have luxurious swathes of time in which to study and write papers and sleep. Adam wouldn't admit it to anyone, least of all Gansey, but he was tired. He was tired of squeezing homework in between his part-time jobs, of squeezing in sleep, squeezing in the hunt for Glendower. The jobs felt like so much wasted time: In five years, no one would care if he'd worked at a trailer factory. They'd only care if he'd graduated from Aglionby with perfect grades, or if he'd found Glendower, or if he was still alive. And Ronan didn't have to worry about any of that. By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Envied Time Glendower Squeezing

Gansey and Adam are getting Adam's stuff so he can move in," Noah said. "Ronan went to the library."" Move in! I thought he said ... wait-Ronan went where? By Maggie Stiefvater Adam Noah Move Gansey Ronan

Where did you say you found that bird again?""In my head." Ronan's laugh was a sharp jackal cry."Dangerous place," commented Noah.Ronan stumbled, all his edges blunted by alcohol, and the raven in his hands let out a feeble sound more percussive than vocal. He replied, "Not for Chainsaw."Back out in the hard spring night, Gansey tipped his head back. Now that he knew that Ronan was all right, he could see that Henrietta after dark was a beautiful place, a patchwork town embroidered with black tree branches.A raven, of all the birds for Ronan to turn up with.Gansey didn't believe in coincidences. By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Place Dangerous Found Back

Mom, are you here? Ronan's voice was different when he spoke to either his mother or Matthew. It was Ronan, unperformed. No. Ronan, unprotected.This tone reminded Adam of that unshielded smile from before. Don't play, he told himself. This is not a game.But it didn't feel like a game, if he was being honest. Adrenaline whispered in his heart. By Maggie Stiefvater Mom Ronan Matthew Unperformed Adam

There was another pause, and Gansey realized she'd hung up. He leaned back against the fridge, eyes closed, guilty, comforted, wild, contained. In twenty-four hours, he'd be waiting for this again.You know better you know better you know better"What the hell, man?" Ronan said.Gansey's eyes flew open just as Ronan hit the lights. He stood in the doorway, headphones looped around his neck, Chainsaw hulking like a tender thug on his shoulder. Ronan's eyes found the phone by Gansey's leg, but he didn't ask, and Gansey didn't say anything. Ronan would hear a lie in a second, and the truth wasn't an option. Jealousy had ruined Ronan for the first several months of Adam's introduction into their group; this would hurt him more than that. By Maggie Stiefvater Gansey Ronan Pause Eyes Realized

Dreamers are to be classified as weapons. Ronan already knew he was a weapon ; but he was trying to make up for it. By Maggie Stiefvater Dreamers Classified Weapons Weapon Ronan

I need to do this, Ronan. I've got nothing to lose.""I do. By Veronica Wolff Ronan Lose

I'm not saying you're wrong, Declan," Gansey said. His ear throbbed where it had been boxed. He could feel Ronan's pulse crashing in his arm where he restrained him. His vow to consider his words more carefully came back to him, so he framed the rest of the statement in his head before saying it out loud."But you are not Niall Lynch, and you won't ever be. And you'd get ahead a lot faster if you stopped trying."Gansey released Ronan.Ronan didn't move, though, and neither did Declan, as if by saying their father's name, Gansey had cast a spell. They wore matching raw expressions. Different wounds inflicted by the same weapon. By Maggie Stiefvater Gansey Declan Wrong Lynch Ronan

Ronan was not going to Henry Cheng's under any circumstances. All that smiling and activism gave him a rash. By Maggie Stiefvater Henry Cheng Ronan Circumstances Rash

Ronan was always saying that he never lied, but he wore a liar's face. By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Lied Face Wore Liar

I never taught him to break his thumb.""That's Gansey for you. Only learns enough to be superficially competent.""Loser," Ronan agreed, and he was himself again. By Maggie Stiefvater Gansey Loser Thumb Ronan Taught

He let his mind wander slightly closer to his present. Electronic music bled into his awareness, reminding him that his body was actually in Ronan's car. In this other place, it was easy to tell that the music was the sound of Ronan's soul. Hungry and prayerful, it whispered of dark places, old places, fire and sex. By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Present Mind Wander Slightly

It was becoming a nightmare. Ronan could hear the night horrors coming, in love with his blood and his sadness. By Maggie Stiefvater Nightmare Ronan Coming Sadness Hear

Because when I look at you, I see everything I want and everything I need."~ Ronan By Mia Asher Ronan Need

Ordinarily, Gansey would have done more than edge away. Having achieved all they'd needed to, he would have told Ronan it was time to go. He would have been frostily polite to Kavinsky. And then he would have been gone.But this was not Gansey as usual.This was Gansey with a lofty tilt to his chin, a condescending quirk to his mouth. A Gansey that was aware that no matter what went down here tonight, he would still go back to Monmouth Manufacturing and rule his particular corner of the world. This was a Gansey, Ronan realized, that Adam would hate. By Maggie Stiefvater Gansey Ordinarily Ronan Edge Kavinsky

Ronan, tell me now if I have to leash you, because I will," Gansey said. Ronan immediately scoffed, but Gansey pointed at him. "I'm serious. This is not yours alone. If this is a tomb, someone has been buried here, and you're going to give that person respect. Do not. Make me. Ask you. Again. For that matter, if any of us thinks they won't be able to contain themselves going forward, I suggest we turn around and come back another day or the party in question waits out here." Ronan simmered. By Maggie Stiefvater Gansey Ronan Leash Scoffed Immediately

Coincidence, Ronan said, because it wasn't. Noah's By Maggie Stiefvater Coincidence Ronan Noah

Hey, pal, Matthew whispered. He was the only person who could get away with calling Ronan pal. Matthew Lynch was a bear of a boy, square and solid and earnest. His head was covered with soft, golden curls completely unlike any of his other family members. And in his case, the perfect Lynch teeth were framed by an easy, dimpled smile. He had two brands of smile: the one that was preceded by a shy dip of his chin, a dimple, and then BAM, smile. And the one that teased for a moment before BAM, an infectious laugh. Females of all ages called him adorable. Males of all ages called him buddy. Matthew failed at many more things than either of his older brothers, but unlike Declan or Ronan, he always tried his hardest.Ronan had dreamt one thousand nightmares about something happening to him. By Maggie Stiefvater Matthew Pal Hey Smile Whispered

Niall Lynch was a braggart poet, a loser musician, a charming bit of hard luck bred in Belfast but born in Cumbria, and Ronan loved him like he loved nothing else. By Maggie Stiefvater Cumbria Lynch Belfast Ronan Loved

Ronan didn't need physics. He could intimidate even a piece of plywood into doing what he wanted. By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Physics Wanted Intimidate Piece

Ronan looked angry, but he was in the mood where he was going to look angry no matter what. "I don't know what I want. I don't know what the hell I am."He got into the Camaro."You promised me," Gansey said through the open car door.Ronan didn't look up."I know what I did, Gansey.""Don't forget. By Maggie Stiefvater Angry Ronan Looked Mood Matter

Ronan said, "A piece of Cabeswater. A piece of a dream. It's what I asked for. And this is ... this is what I think it should look like, probably." Adam felt the truth of it. This awful and impossible and lovely object was what a dream was when it had nothing to inhabit. Who was this person who could dream a dream into a concrete shape? No wonder Aglionby bored Ronan. By Maggie Stiefvater Cabeswater Piece Dream Ronan Aglionby

Ronan's smile cut his face, but he looked kinder than Blue had ever seen him, like the raven in his hand was his heart, finally laid bare. By Maggie Stiefvater Blue Ronan Face Heart Finally

I'm going in," Gansey said as Ronan sat down on the step beside Adam. As Gansey shut the door behind him, he heard Adam say, "I don't want to talk," and Ronan reply, "The fuck would I talk about? By Maggie Stiefvater Gansey Ronan Adam Sat Step

Ronan, I think you need to tell them, too. Ronan's expression, if anything, was betrayed. This was wearying; Gansey could see precisely the argument that it was heaving towards. Adam would shoot something cool and truthful over the bow, Ronan would fire back a profanity cannon, Adam would drip gasoline in the path of the projectile, and then everything would be on fire for hours. By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Adam Gansey Fire Expression

His mother had told him that when you looked into the eyes of God at the pearly gates, all the questions you ever had were answered.Ronan had a lot of questions.Waking Glendower might be like that. Fewer angels attending, and maybe a heavier Welsh accent. Slightly less judgment. By Maggie Stiefvater God Glendower Gates Mother Told

Adam retreated to sit beside Mary as Ronan stretched out on the pew, rubbing out the dingy plan with the legs of his jeans. Something about his stillness on the pew and the funereal quality of the light reminded Adam of the effigy of Glendower they'd seen at the tomb. A king, sleeping. Adam couldn't imagine, though, the strange, wild kingdom that Ronan might rule."Stop watching me," Ronan said, though his eyes were closed. By Maggie Stiefvater Mary Ronan Adam Pew Rubbing

Ronan glanced at me and did a completely ridiculous, cartoonish double-take complete with wide eyes, agape mouth, raised eyebrows, and three blinks. By L. H. Cosway Ronan Ridiculous Cartoonish Eyes Agape

As always, Adam was reminded of how Ronan belonged in this place. Something about the familiar way he stood as he searched for ripe fruit implied that he had done it many times before. It made it easy to understand that Ronan had grown up here and would grow old here. Easy to see how to exile him was to excise his soul. By Maggie Stiefvater Adam Ronan Place Reminded Belonged

You know, you're not such a shithead." "No," Ronan replied, "really I am. By Maggie Stiefvater Shithead Ronan Replied

Through the open window, Ronan asked evenly, You gonna race with those shades on, you Bulgarian mobster Jersey trash piece of shit? By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Bulgarian Jersey Window Evenly

Gansey had once told Adam that he was afraid most people didn't know how to handle Ronan. What he meant by this was that he was worried that one day someone would fall on Ronan and cut themselves. By Maggie Stiefvater Adam Ronan Gansey Told Afraid

Ronan's voice was slow, petulant. His eyes, though, half-hidden in the dim, warm light of the Camaro's interior they were terrible. By Maggie Stiefvater Petulant Ronan Slow Voice Camaro

As they scuffled in the grass, Adam closed his eyes and leaned his head back. He could nearly scry just like this. The quiet and the cold breeze on his throat would take him away and the dampness of his toes in his shoes and the scent of living creatures would keep him here. Within and without. He couldn't tell if he was letting himself idolize this place or Ronan, and he wasn't sure there was a difference.When he opened his eyes, he saw that Ronan was looking at him, as he had been looking at him for months. Adam looked back, as he had been looking back for months. By Maggie Stiefvater Adam Grass Back Ronan Scuffled

His face went somber for half a second, and then it dissolved into an absolutely wonderful and fearless laugh. The old Ronan Lynch's laugh. No, it was better than that one, because this new one had just a hint of darkness beneath it. This Ronan knew there was crap in the world, but he was laughing anyway. By Maggie Stiefvater Laugh Ronan Face Somber Half

Maddy pressed her fingers to her lips, a smile blooming there. The man could kiss like the devil. Hot, passionate, demanding. Holy hell. Ronan McGuire was a force of nature, and equally dangerous. By Sara Humphreys Maddy Lips Pressed Fingers Smile

Inside, they pretended they would dream, but they did not. They sprawled on the living room sofa and Adam studied the tattoo that covered Ronan's back: all the sharp edges that hooked wondrously and fearfully into each other.'Unguibus et rostro,' Adam said.Ronan put Adam's fingers to his mouth.He was never sleeping again. By Maggie Stiefvater Inside Adam Dream Pretended Unguibus

If it had a social security number, Ronan had fought with it. By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Number Social Security Fought

You don't have to do this," Ronan said."There isn't anything else, man.""There's reality."Kavinsky laughed the word. "Reality! Reality's what other people dream for you.""Reality's where other people are," Ronan replied. He stretched out his arms. "What's here, K? Nothing! No one!""Just us."There was a heavy understanding in that statement, amplified by the dream. I know what you are, Kavinsky had said."That's not enough," Ronan replied. By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Reality Man Kavinsky Reality

I'm not asking him to stay, Ronan thought. Only to come back. By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Stay Thought Back

As Gansey led the way out, Noah said to Ronan, "I know why you're mad."Ronan sneered at him, but his pulse heaved. "Tell me then, prophet."Noah said, "It's not my job to tell other people's secrets. By Maggie Stiefvater Noah Ronan Gansey Mad Heaved

Kavinsky," Gansey said evenly. "Where's Ronan?""Right here. WAKE UP, FUCKWEASEL, IT'S YOUR GIRLFRIEND!" Kavinsky said. "Sorry. He's totally pissed. Can I take a message? By Maggie Stiefvater Gansey Evenly Fuckweasel Ronan Kavinsky

As he stepped out of the science building, he tipped his head backward, as if Ronan Lynch - dreamer of dreams, fighter of men, skipper of classes - might somehow be flying overhead. He was not. By Maggie Stiefvater Lynch Ronan Building Backward Dreamer

Behind him, he heard Ronan say, I like the way you losers thought Instagram before first aid. Fuck off. By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Instagram Aid Heard Losers

Come sit, dear," the old woman said. "We were just discussing kelpies and changelings."I turned a delightfully amused face at Ronan, hoping to see him embarrassed to be caught in a world of fantasy, but his face was impassive, completely unperturbed. Those were the hardest boys to ignore: the ones that weren't concerned with your opinion of them, not afraid to be caught listening to fairytales. By Annie Cosby Dear Sit Woman Caught Ronan

What's going on with your face, by the way?"Gansey rubbed his chin, rueful. His skin felt reluctantly stubbled. He knew he was being diverted, but he allowed it. "Is it growing?""Dude, you aren't really going to do that beard thing, are you? I thought you were joking. You know that stopped being cool in the fourteen century or whenever it was that Paul Bunyan lived." Ronan looked over his shoulder at him. He was sporting the five o'clock shadow that he was capable of growing at any time of the day. "Just stop. You look mangy.""It's irrelevant. It's not growing. I'm doomed to be a man-child.""If you keep saying things like 'man-child,' we're done," Ronan said. "Hey, man. Don't let it get you down. Once your balls drop, that beard'll come in great. By Maggie Stiefvater Gansey Rueful Face Chin Rubbed

Today's goal was to dream something to keep Gansey safe in the case that he was stung again. Ronan had dreamt antidotes before, of course, EpiPens and cures, but the problem was that he wouldn't know if those worked until it was too late if they didn't. So now, better plan: a sheer armored skin. Something that would protect Gansey before he ever got hurt. Ronan By Maggie Stiefvater Today Gansey Goal Dream Safe

Ronan rationed the music from their old life, as if he used up a bit of his memories of his father every time he played it. By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Life Rationed Music Bit

Adam looked up at Ronan. "I know it was you," he said. "I figured it out. The rent."He held Ronan's gaze for just a moment longer, until something inside Ronan unwound and he almost said something. By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Adam Looked Rent Longer

In the end, he was nobody to Adam, he was nobody to Ronan. Adam spit his words back at him and Ronan squandered however many second chances he gave him. Gansey was just a guy with a lot of stuff and a hole inside him that chewed away more of his heart every year. By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Adam End Gansey Year

He was an image of Ronan, and also of Declan, and also of Matthew. A handsome devil with one eye the color of a promise and the other the color of a secret. By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Declan Matthew Color Image

All in all, the next minutes surely ranked among the most calamitously awkward of Ronans life. By Jill Mansell Ronans Life Minutes Surely Ranked

Ronan: I miss your taste. Come over.Her reply was almost immediate.Annie: I'm working. You'll see me tonight.Oh, no way was she getting off that easily. I went into full-on sext mode.Ronan: I want to make you come with my mouth.Annie: Ronan! I'm at the office and Gerta is RIGHT BESIDE ME!Ronan: Gotta say, that kinda makes it hotter. By L. H. Cosway Ronan Taste Miss Gotta Immediateannie

Hello, Gallagher Girl--Zack By Ally Carter Zack Gallagher Girl

She asked, "Okay, wait, so why is Ronan at the library?""Cramming," Noah said. "For an exam on Monday."It was the nicest thing Blue had ever heard of Ronan doing. By Maggie Stiefvater Cramming Wait Noah Ronan Asked

Sometimes, after Adam had been hit, there was something remote and absent in his eyes, like his body belonged to someone else. When Ronan was hit, it was the opposite; he became so urgently present that it was as if he'd been sleeping before. By Maggie Stiefvater Adam Hit Eyes Remote Absent

Gansey sat down in the seat in front of Adam with a sigh. He turned around. "Jesus Christ, I haven't slept a second." He remembered his manners and extended his fist. As Adam bumped knuckles with him, he felt an extraordinary rush of relief, of fondness. "Ronan, feet down."Ronan put his feet down. By Maggie Stiefvater Gansey Sigh Ronan Adam Sat

Ronan kept staring at Whelk. He was good at staring. There was something about his stare that took something from the other person. By Maggie Stiefvater Whelk Ronan Staring Person Good

As they moved through the old barn, Adam felt Ronan's eyes glance off him and away, his disinterest practiced but incomplete. Adam wondered if anyone else noticed. Part of him wished they did and immediately felt bad, because it was vanity, really:See, Adam Parrish is wantable, worthy of a crush, not just by anyone, someone like Ronan, who could want Gansey or anyone else and chose Adam for his hungry eyes. By Maggie Stiefvater Adam Ronan Barn Incomplete Moved

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. By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Lampshade Wore Dress Thought

His father had been in the military and so had his grandfather. It was a natural fit when Ronan and his brothers each donned a uniform of some kind. By Sara Humphreys Grandfather Father Military Ronan Kind

Light, or something like light, reflected off it onto Ronan's chin and cheeks, rendering him stark and handsome and terrifying and someone else. Then he blew on it. His breath passed through the word, the mirror, the unwritten line.Adam heard a whisper in his ear. Something moved and stirred inside him. Ronan's eyelashes fluttered darkly.What are we doing - By Maggie Stiefvater Light Reflected Cheeks Rendering Chin

From the passenger seat, Ronan began to swear at Adam. It was a long, involved swear, using every forbidden word possible, often in compound-word form. As Adam stared at his lap, penitent, he mused that there was something musical about Ronan when he swore, a careful and loving precision to the way he fit the words together, a black-painted poetry. It was far less hateful sounding than when he didn't swear.Ronan finished with, "For the love of ... Parrish, take some care, this is not your mother's 1971 Honda Civic."Adam lifted his head and said, "They didn't start making the Civic until '73. By Maggie Stiefvater Adam Ronan Seat Swear Passenger

Ronan raised his brows. "To the tune of fifty keystones?""What do I care?" Kestrel wanted to end this conversation. "I am wealthy enough." She touched Ronan's sleeve. "And how much" - she rubbed the silk between her fingers - "did this cost?" "Ronan, whose deftly embroidered shirt was easily the same price the slave had been, allowed that a point had been made."He will last longer than this shirt." Kestrel let go of the cloth. "I'd say I got a bargain. By Marie Rutkoski Ronan Brows Raised Kestrel Shirt

Did you get notes for me?""No", Ronan replied,"I thought you were dead in a ditch. By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Replied Ditch Notes Thought

Oh, come on, Ronan said. For starters, it was Henrietta. And for finishers, it was Henrietta. No one got burgled, and if they did, they didn't get beaten up. And if anyone was going to get beaten up, it wouldn't be the Lynch brothers. There was very little worse than Ronan in Henrietta, and what worse there was was too busy racing around in a little white Mitsubishi to burgle the remaining Lynches. By Maggie Stiefvater Henrietta Ronan Beaten Worse Lynches

What's happening here?" This last bit was hissed to Ronan and Noah. "Noah took a personal day.""I lost..." Noah struggled for words. "There wasn't air. It went away. The - the line!""The ley line?" Gansey asked.Noah nodded once, a sloppy thing that was sort of a shrug at the same time. "There was nothing ... left for me." Releasing Ronan, he shook out his hands. "You're welcome, man," Ronan snarled. He still couldn't feel his toes."Thanks. I didn't mean to ... you were there. Oh, the glitter.""Yes," Ronan replied crossly. "The glitter. By Maggie Stiefvater Noah Ronan Happening Line Bit

I'm not using any word," Ronan said. The annoying thing about Ronan was always that he was angry when everyone else was calm, and calm when everyone else was angry. Because Blue was ready to bust a vein, his voice was utterly pacific. "I'm just telling you I'm not going. Maybe it's wrong, maybe it's not. My soul's in enough peril as it is. By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Word Angry Calm Blue

Ronan merely invested a look with as much contempt as he could muster. A lady reached over the top of Noah to pat Matthew's head fondly before continuing down the aisle. She didn't seem to care that he was fifteen, which was all right, because he didn't, either. Both Ronan and Declan observed this interaction with the pleased expressions of parents watching their prodigy at work. By Maggie Stiefvater Muster Ronan Invested Contempt Noah

Adam smiled cheerily. Ronan would start wars and burn cities for that true smile, elastic and amiable. By Maggie Stiefvater Adam Cheerily Smiled Ronan Smile

I'm terrified that if I let myself go there again, if I explore these out-of-control emotions, that there will be no turning back. It's like looking into a giant abyss. There's no end in sight. There's no bottom to the well, and if I allow myself to fall in...""He'll catch you," Jordan whispered. "But you have to trust him, and you have to trust in yourself. That's love, my friend - leaping into the mighty unknown because your heart overtakes your mind. That's what life is all about, but we can't and don't do it alone. Give Ronan a chance, Maddy. By Sara Humphreys Emotions Back Terrified Explore Turning

When Adam kissed him, it was every mile per hour Ronan had ever gone over the speed limit. It was every window-down, goose-bumps-on-skin, teeth-chattering-cold night drive. It was Adam's ribs under Ronan's hands and Adam's mouth on his mouth, again and again and again. It was stubble on his lips and Ronan having to stop, to get his breath, to restart his heart. They were both hungry animals, but Adam had been starving for far longer. By Maggie Stiefvater Adam Ronan Limit Kissed Mile

Her name's Chainsaw," replied Ronan, without looking up. Then: "Noah. You're creepy as hell back there. By Maggie Stiefvater Chainsaw Ronan Noah Replied Creepy

The world didn't have words to measure hate. There were tons, yards, years. Volts, knots, watts. Ronan could explain how fast his car was going. He could describe exactly how warm the day was. He could specifically convey his heart rate. But there was no way for him to tell anyone else exactly how much he hated Aglionby Academy. Any unit of measurement would have to include both the volume and the weight of the hate. And it would also have to include a component of time. The days logged in class, wasted, useless, learning skills for a life he didn't want. No single word existed, probably, to contain the concept. All, perhaps. He had all the hate for Aglionby Academy. Thief? Aglionby was the thief. Ronan's life was the dream, pillaged. By Maggie Stiefvater Aglionby Academy Hate World Measure

Derisively, Ronan said, 'No. The ancient Greeks didn't have a word for Blue.'Everyone at the table looked at him.'What the hell, Ronan?' said Adam.'It's hard to imagine," Gansey mused, 'how this evidently successful classical education never seems to make it into your school papers.''They never ask the right questions,' Ronan replied. By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Blue Greeks Derisively Him

Ronan Lynch loved to dream about light. By Maggie Stiefvater Lynch Ronan Light Loved Dream

Ronan did not smoke; he preferred his habits with hangovers. By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Smoke Hangovers Preferred Habits

You should have let me visit earlier," Jess said, her cheeks radiant from the brisk air outside. "It's been a week since the duel."Kestrel sank back against the pillows. She had known the sight of Jess would hurt, would remind her that there was a life outside this bedroom. "Ronan isn't allowed.""I should say not! I'm not letting him see you until you're better. You look awful. No one wants to kiss an invalid.""Thank you, Jess. I'm so happy you've come. By Marie Rutkoski Jess Earlier Visit Cheeks Radiant

Gwenllian began to laugh and clap her hands. The laugh, a song itself, echoed off the ceilings. "Shut her up, someone," Ronan said. "Before I do. By Maggie Stiefvater Gwenllian Hands Laugh Began Clap

Haven't you heard of being hung, drawn, and quartered?"Blue asked, "Is it as painful as conversations with Ronan?"Gansey cast a glance over to Ronan, who was a small, indistinct form by the trees. Adam audibly swallowed a laugh."Depends on if Ronan is sober," Gansey answered.Adam asked, "What is he doing, anyway?""Peeing.""Trust Lynch to deface a place like this five minutes after getting here.""Deface? Marking his territory.""He must own more of Virginia than your father, then.""I don't think he's ever used an indoor toilet, now that I consider it. By Maggie Stiefvater Gansey Blue Ronan Drawn Asked