He leaned toward her —her heart spun again —and pressed his cheek against hers. His lips didn’t touch her skin, but she felt his breath, hot and uneven, on her face. His fingers splayed on either side of her spine.
YA Lit Meme | 1/7 Friendships | Blue and the Raven Boys
In that moment, Blue was a little in love with all of them.
Their magic. Their quest. Their awfulness and strangeness. Her raven boys.
he always said ronan differently from other words. as if he had meant to say another word entirely — something like knife or poison or revenge — and then swapped it out for ronan’s name at the last moment.
→ 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 RAVEN CYCLE MEME + 3/4 characters ;;B l u e S a r g e n tThe fact was, by the time she got to high school, being weird and proud of it was an asset. Suddenly cool, Blue could’ve happily had any number of friends. And she had tried. But the problem with being weird was that everyone else was ‘normal’.
Books everyone should read //The Raven Boys by Maggie Stievater
“The key, Gansey found, was that you had to believe that they existed; you had to realized they were part of something bigger. Some secrets only gave themselves up to those who’d proven themselves worthy.”
For as long as she can remember, Blue has been warned that she will cause her true love to die. She doesn’t believe in true love, and never thought this would be a problem. But as her life becomes caught up in the strange and sinister world of the Raven Boys, she’s not so sure anymore.
Maggie Stiefvater comes a spellbinding series where the inevitability of death and the nature of love lead us to a place we’ve never been before.
mostly the supernatural hum in his head, these days.
The water is so cold that my feet go numb almost at once. I stretch my arms out to either side of me and close my eyes. I listen to the sound of water hitting water. The raucous cries of the terns and the guillemots in the rocks of the shore, the piercing, hoarse questions of the gulls above me. I smell seaweed and fish and the dusky scent of the nesting birds onshore. Salt coats my lips, crusts my eyelashes. I feel the cold press against my body. The sand shifts and sucks out from under my feet in the tide. I’m perfectly still. The sun is red behind my eyelids. The ocean will not shift me and the cold will not take me.