“Look at you,” he whispers. “My monster, come to find me.”

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

Boys like him didn’t die; they got bronzed and installed outside public libraries.

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“We can pretend. Just once. And then we’ll never say anything about it again.”

[ … ]

Her lips were so close to his jaw that she felt his hint of stubble at the end of them. It was mint and memories and the past and the future and she felt as if she’d done this before and already she longed to do it again. Oh, help, she thought. Help, help, help. He pulled away. He said, “And now we never speak of it again.“

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He was so real. When it finally happened, when she finally saw him, it didn’t feel like magic at all. It felt like looking into the grave and seeing it look back at her. “Is that all?” she whispered. Gansey closed his eyes. “That’s all there is.”

In that moment, Blue was a little in love with all of them. Their magic. Their quest. Their awfulness and strangeness. Her raven boys.

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Prythian is the land of the Fae. It is separated from the mortal world by a wall of magic, and is ruled by the Seven Courts.