The Raven Boys
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Every year, Blue Sargent stands next to her clairvoyant mother as the soon-to-be dead walk past. Blue never sees them--until this year, when a boy emerges from the dark and speaks to her.
His name is Gansey, a rich student at Aglionby, the local private school. Blue has a policy of staying away from Aglionby boys. Known as Raven Boys, they can only mean trouble.
But Blue is drawn to Gansey, in a way she can't entirely explain. He is on a quest that has encompassed three other Raven Boys: Adam, the scholarship student who resents the privilege around him; Ronan, the fierce soul whose emotions range from anger to despair; and Noah, the taciturn watcher who notices many things but says very little.
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.
another thing coming. Gansey added, “I would’ve thought you had more muscles. Don’t feminists have big muscles?” Decidedly not in love with him. “Smiling when you say that doesn’t make it funny,” Blue said. As the latest step in his quest to find the Welsh king Owen Glendower, Gansey had been requesting hiking permission from local landowners. Each lot crossed the Henrietta ley line — an invisible, perfectly straight energy line that connected spiritually significant places — and circled
said, “Farther.” Since Noah rarely expressed an opinion, his word reigned. Setting off again, they doubled back and forth across their own trail in search of water. And as they walked, the leaves fell around them, red and then brown and then gray, until the trees were naked. Frost appeared in the shadows. “Winter,” Adam said. It was impossible, of course, but again, so was everything that had come before it. It was, Gansey thought, like when he’d driven through the Lake District with Malory.
Blue replied. Maura swirled her drink, which still looked mostly full. She always preferred watching other people drink to doing it herself. “Which movie?” “Even Dwarfs Started Small,” Calla replied immediately. “In the original German: Auch Zwerge haben klein angefangen.” Maura winced, though Blue couldn’t tell if it was at the movie or at Calla’s accent. She said, “Just as well. Neeve and I are out that evening.” Calla raised an eyebrow and Persephone picked at a string on her lace
and only because he didn’t need it. “Thanks for the ride.” Another silhouette, distinctly Adam’s father, had joined the first at the window. Adam’s stomach curdled. He tightened his fingers around the strap of his bag, but he didn’t get out. “Man, you don’t have to get out here,” Ronan said. Adam didn’t comment on that; it wasn’t helpful. Instead he asked, “Don’t you have homework to do?” But Ronan, as the inventor of sly remarks, was impervious to them. His smile was ruthless in the glow
stumbled to his feet. Across the dirt, another officer dragged Ronan off Robert Parrish. “I’m okay,” Adam said. The cop released his arm and then, as quickly, caught it again. “Boy, you’re not okay. Have you been drinking?” Ronan must have caught this question because, from across the lot, he shouted an answer. It involved a lot of profanity and the phrase beats the shit. Adam’s vision shifted and cleared, shifted and cleared. He could make out Ronan, dimly. Appalled, he asked, “Is he being