the raven cycle: richard campbell gansey iii
“as always, there was an all-american war hero look to him, coded in his tousled brown hair, his summer-narrowed hazel eyes, the straight nose that ancient anglo-saxons had graciously passed on to him. everything about him suggested valor and power and a firm handshake.”
Tag: the raven cycle
this line makes me want to cry
blue sargent: if i kiss my true love he’ll die
noah czerny: well…if you ever want a kiss i noahguy™
“You’re the table everyone wants at Starbucks,”
Gansey mused as he began to walk again.
“Next to the wall plug.”
Have you heard of the legends of sleeping kings? The legends that heroes like Llewellyn and Glendower and Arthur aren’t really dead, but are instead sleeping in tombs, waiting to be woken?
the raven cycle with everyone as a person of color. requested by anon.
“It was hot as Hades. It was spring, but it had suddenly decided it was summer. Virginia spring. You know how that is. Heavy, somehow. There was no shade in the backyard, but there was this great forest that bounded it. Dark and green and blue. Like diving into a lake. In I went, and it was fantastic. Only five minutes and I couldn’t see the house.
“I stepped on a nest. Hornets, like you said. They nest on the ground. I don’t have to tell you. But I didn’t know back then. The first thing I felt was a little prickle on my sock. I thought I’d stepped on a thorn—there were a ton of them, those green, whip-shaped ones—but then I felt another. They were just such small hurts, you know?
“But then I felt one on my hand, and by the time I jumped away, I saw them. All over my arms. I knew I was dead. I knew I was dead before I started to feel everything start to go wrong in my body. Because I’d been to the hospital for just one sting, and this was, like, a hundred. They were in my hair. They were in my ears, Blue.
“I died. I felt my heart stop. The hornets didn’t care. They were still stinging me, even though I was dead.”
Fake Benevolence 