excuse me while i cry about my thg dreamcast talking to each other
“You know we have no backup plan if she doesn’t come back.”
“She’ll come back,” he said firmly.
“What makes you so sure?”
“Because we have no backup plan.” Now an all-out, full smile, and it’s disorienting, seeing the old smile that lit up classrooms and hallways and yellow school buses overlaid on his new face, reshaped by disease and bullets and hunger. Like turning a corner in a strange city and running into someone you know.
“That’s a circular argument,” I pointed out.
“You know, some guys might feel threatened being surrounded by people smarter than they are. But it just makes me more confident.” (x)
Becoming fearless isn’t the point. That’s impossible. It’s learning how to control your fear, and how to be free from it.
My wish for you is to become hope; people need that. And even if we fail, what better way is there to live?
“What’s this about you and Parrish leaving?”
It wasn’t what Gansey had expected. He wasn’t sure how to speak without hurting Ronan. He couldn’t lie to him.
“You tell me what you heard, and I’ll tell you what’s real.”
“Noah told me,” Ronan said, “that if you left, Parrish was going with you.”
He had let jealousy sneak into his voice, and that made Gansey’s response cooler than it might have been. Gansey tried not to play favorites. “And what else did Noah have to say?”
With visible effort, Ronan pulled himself back, sorted himself out. None of the Lynch brothers liked to appear anything other than intentional, even if it was intentionally cruel. Instead of answering, he asked, “Do you not want me to come?”
Something stuck in Gansey’s chest. “I would take all of you anywhere with me.”
She felt one of the night birds had gotten inside her. It tumbled and fumbled every time she breathed.
He’s going to die; this is going to hurt—But she touched his neck, right where his hair was cut evenly above the collar of his shirt. He was very still. His skin was hot, and she could very, very faintly feel his pulse beneath her thumb. It wasn’t like this with Adam. She didn’t have to guess what to do with her hands. They knew. This what it should have felt like with Adam. Less like playacting and more like a foregone conclusion.
The story can resume. I will return. Find you, love you, marry you and live without shame.
Nehemia had dreamed of a court that could change the world, a court where loyalty and honor were more valued than blind obedience and power. The day Nehemia had died, Celaena had thought the dream of that court forever vanished.
But looking at Dorian as he smiled at her, this prince who was smart and thoughtful and kind, who inspired good men like Chaol to serve him …
Celaena wondered if Nehemia’s impossible, desperate dream of that court might yet come to pass.