““I was listening to what I’d recorded while I was driving back. Nothing, nothing, nothing, and then: my voice. Then the Pig stopped.” “Coincidence?” Ronan asked. “I think not.” It was meant to be sarcastic. Gansey had said I don’t believe in coincidences so often that he no longer needed to. Gansey asked, “Well, what do you think?” “Holy grail, finally,” Ronan replied, too sarcastic to be any use at all.””