Blue Lily, Lily Blue

“Maybe it wouldn’t hurt if I kiss you,” he whispered. “Maybe it’s only if you kiss me.”

The scent of Cabeswater, all trees after rain, drifted past Adam, and he realized that while he’d been looking at Ronan, Ronan had been looking at him

“I hear if you want magic done,” he said, “you ask a magician.”

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.

There was no point telling himself not to fight with Ronan. They would fight again, because Ronan was still breathing

Blue and her boys

Ronan was always saying that he never lied, but he wore a liar’s face.

Ronan was always saying that he never lied, but he wore a liar’s face.

The woman lifted the lamp and helped Piper struggle to her feet. Piper said a word that usually made her feel better, but didn’t in this case. At least she now believed the other woman was real; she was squashing Piper’s rib cage in her effort to help her stand. “Who are you, anyway?”
“My name is Neeve.”
As they hobbled to the door, Piper observed, “That’s a kind of stupid name.”
“So,” replied Neeve mildly, “is Piper.”
In the end, there was not really any ceremony. They just both put their hands on the door and pushed. It didn’t feel magical; it just felt like a chunk of wood.
The tomb was already light inside. It was a similar amount of light as the lantern Neeve had at her feet. It was, in fact, the exact same amount of light, mirrored back at them.
The two of them staggered in. There was a raised coffin, the lid already ajar.
The sleeper wasn’t human. Piper wasn’t sure why she’d expected it would be. Instead, it was small, and black, and shiny, with more legs than she’d expected. It was powerful.
Neeve said, “We have to do it at the same time to get the fa —”
Piper reached out and touched it before Neeve could move.
“Wake up.”

We can fix that,” the woman said. “If we wake it up.”
They both looked at the tomb door.
“If we wake him, he will give us a favor,” the woman added. “There are three of us, but just barely. Not for long.”
She gestured vaguely in the direction of Morris’s moaning.
Piper, who was interested in her own well-being above all others, was instantly suspicious. “Why didn’t you just wake him yourself, then?”