“We’d meant to disable her,” Persephone acknowledged. “But we seem to have disappeared her instead. It’s possible she will reappear at some point.” And slowly their lives found an equilibrium, though it didn’t seem they’d ever return to normal. The ley line was awake and Noah was all but gone. Magic was real, Glendower was real, and something was s

Boy. Scimus quid quaeritis. (Boy. We know what you’re looking for.)

“That is justice, Gansey. That’s the real thing. This place is all about being real. About being fair.” This all felt inherently wrong to Gansey. It was like the truth, but turned sideways. He kept looking at it, and looking at it, and it still had a young man dead who looked an awful lot like Noah’s crippled skeleton. And then there was Adam, his

Neeve,

This place should not exist, Adam thought, and at once, he hastily thought the opposite. Cabeswater had become bright just as Adam had wished that it wouldn’t be dark, just as it had changed the color of the fish in the pool as soon as Gansey had thought it would be better if they were red. Cabeswater was as literal as Ronan was. He didn’t know if

There are trees, and then there are trees at night. Trees after dark become colorless and sizeless and moving things. When Adam got to Cabeswater, it felt like a living being. The wind through the leaves was like the bellows of an exhaled breath and the hiss of the rain on the canopy like a sucked-in sigh. The air smelled like wet soil.

“I have an inkling.”

Maura let herself in. “Your light was on,” she observed, and with a sigh, she sat on the end of Blue’s bed, looking as soft as a poem in the dim light.

But her reputation … I never thought it would get weird like it has.”