throw over your man, I say, and come.

The Mirror

The Seeker

The Magician

The Dreamer

The Ghost

THE GANGSEY

Kneeling in the middle of the pentagram, digging his fingers into the soft, mossy turf, Adam said, “I sacrifice myself.”

Blue Sargent & Richard Campbell Gansey III + visions

He leaned across the gearshift toward her, pressing fingers to the place her collarbone was exposed. His breath was hot on her neck. Gansey, she warned, but she felt unstable and dangerous. I just want to pretend, Gansey said, the words misting on her skin. I want to pretend that I could. The Blue in the vision closed her eyes. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt if I kiss you, he said. Maybe it’s only if you kiss me—

It’ll be okay, Gansey told the other Blue. She could tell that he was afraid. It’ll be okay. Impossibly, Blue realized that this other Blue was crying because she loved Gansey. And that the reason Gansey touched her like that, his fingers so careful with her, was because he knew that her kiss could kill him. She could feel how badly the other Blue wanted to kiss him, even as she dreaded it. Okay. I’m ready—Gansey’s voice caught, just a little. Blue, kiss me.

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Leylines: The Raven Cycle

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Blue was destined to kill her true love with a kiss.

                                                                                      That’s all there is.

“Did you get notes for me?“ “No,” Ronan replied,“I thought you were dead in a ditch.” 

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“At night, Henrietta felt like magic, and at night, magic felt like it might be a terrible thing.”

Gansey was made of red thread. Lead by it, to Glendower, to Henrietta, to Blue.

“While I’m gone,“ Gansey said, pausing, “dream me the world. Something new for every night.”

( blue & gansey | adam & ronan | noah )