“What care is it of yours,” Gansey asked, “what I think of Orla?” Blue held his gaze, unflinching. Crisp, she replied, “None… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Then Gansey said, very slowly, “Ronan, you’re never going to talk to Jane like that again.” Both Adam and Blue stared at… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Gansey blinked, slower. The take-out dinner smell had gone away and all that remained was the heavy, pleasant smell of growing things.… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Ganseys were creatures of habit, and he wanted Adam here, and he wanted Noah here, and he wanted everyone to like him,… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
