“Hey, pal," Matthew whispered. He was the only person who could get away with calling Ronan pal. Matthew Lynch was a bear of a boy, square and solid and earnest. His head was covered with soft, golden curls completely unlike any of his other family members. And in his case, the perfect Lynch teeth were framed by an easy, dimpled smile. He had two brands of smile: the one that was preceded by a shy dip of his chin, a dimple, and then BAM, smile. And the one that teased for a moment before BAM, an infectious laugh. Females of all ages called him adorable. Males of all ages called him buddy. Matthew failed at many more things than either of his older brothers, but unlike Declan or Ronan, he always tried his hardest.
Ronan had dreamt one thousand nightmares about something happening to him.”
― The Dream Thieves
Ronan had dreamt one thousand nightmares about something happening to him.”
― The Dream Thieves
“Arbores loqui latine. The trees speak Latin.”
― The Dream Thieves
― The Dream Thieves
“In that moment, Blue was a little in love with all of them.
Their magic. Their quest. Their awfulness and strangeness.
Her raven boys.”
― The Dream Thieves
Their magic. Their quest. Their awfulness and strangeness.
Her raven boys.”
― The Dream Thieves
“He cared for languages dead long enough that they wouldn’t change on him.”
― The Raven Boys
― The Raven Boys
“He danced on the knife’s edge between awareness and sleep. When he dreamt like this, he was a king. The world was his to bend. His to burn.”
― The Dream Thieves
― The Dream Thieves
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