Julia Klymchuck

“Ronan and his friend Gansey stood on the back porch, leaning on the railing, watching the psychics giggling as they placed the flowers for the ceremony. Every so often, Ronan threw a cheese cube stolen from a snack tray at Chainsaw, whose claw marks scarred the railing.
“You want one of these?” Gansey asked. He gestured with his chin to indicate it. The all of it. The wedding.
“Yeah,” said Ronan. “I think so.”
“Well that’s a relief,” Gansey said.
“How do you figure?”
“I asked Adam and he said the same thing.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Greywaren