Best 41 of The raven king quotes - MyQuotes

By Anonym 20 Sep

M. D. Elster

You hunt... Your fellow creatures?" I ask, still in disbelief. "Of course. A hunt is only as interesting as the prey is clever!

By Anonym 16 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

It was 6:21.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

Henry shuffled the jewelled insect back out of his pocket. It amber heart warmed light through the pit again. “Back in the lab, of course, as father dear tries to copy it with nonmagical parts. My mother told me to keep this one to remind me of what I am.” “And what is that?” The bee illuminated both itself and Henry: its translucent wings, Henry’s wickedly cut eyebrows. “Something more.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

Wanting to live, but accepting death to save others: that was courage. That was to be Gansey's greatness.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

To think you could have been dreaming the cure for cancer," Blue said. "Look, Sargent," Ronan retorted, "I was gonna dream you some eye cream last night since clearly modern medicine's doing jack shit for you, but I nearly had my ass handed to me by a death snake from the fourth circle of dream hell, so you're welcome." Blue was appropriately touched. "Ah, thanks, man." "No problem, bro.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

The demon kept pulling him unconscious, and in those short bursts of blackness, the dreamer snatched at light, and when he swam back to consciousness, he thrust the dream into reality. He shaped them into flapping creatures and earthbound stars and flaming crowns and golden notes that sang by themselves and mint leaves scattered across the blood-streaked pavement and scraps of paper with jagged handwriting on them: Unguibus et rostro. But he was dying.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

Gansey's phone buzzed. "Gansey, man, is this diseased tree cutting into your digital time?" Ronan asked. The fact was the digital time was cutting into his diseased tree time.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

The head is too wise. The heart is all fire.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

She's around here somewhere. Check your pockets. She could be there. Sometimes she falls into these cracks between the floorboards.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

Look at this,' Henry called from a few yards away. His voice was theatrically shocked. 'I have discovered that, at some point, this side door was broken into by a teenage Korean vandal.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Nora Sakavic

Why don't you like girls?" Nicky looked startled by the interruption, but he rallied quickly and made a face. "They're so soft." Neil thought about Renee's bruised knuckles, Dan's fierce spirit, and Allison holding her ground on the court a week after Seth's death. He thought about his mother standing unflinching in the face of his father's violent anger and her ruthlessly leaving bodies in their wake. He felt compelled to say, "Some of the strongest people I've known are women." "What? Oh, no," Nicky hurried to say. "I mean literally soft. Too many curves, see? I feel like my hands would slide right off. It's totally not my thing. I like…" He drew a box with his fingers as he searched for words. "Erik. Erik's perfect. He's a total outdoors junkie, rock climbing and hiking and mountain biking, all that awful bug-infested fresh-air stuff. But oh my god, you should see what it does to his body. He's like this, all hard edges." He drew another box. "He's stronger than I am, and I like that. I feel like I could lean on him all day and he wouldn't break a sweat.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

Now Blue looked promptly judgmental, which was about two ticks off from her ordinary expression and one tick off from Ronan's.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

And here was Ronan, like a heart attack that never stopped.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

You're asking me to define an abstract concept that no one has managed to explain since time began. You sort of sprang it on me," Gansey said. "Why do we breathe air? Because we love air? Because we don't want to suffocate. Why do we eat? Because we don't want to starve. How do I know I love her? Because I can sleep after I talk to her. Why?

By Anonym 15 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

Adam had seen many of Ronan's dreams made real by now, and he knew how savage and lovely and terrifying and whimsical they could be. But this girl was the most Ronan of any of them that he's seen. What a frightened monster she was.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

Where the hell is Ronan?" Gansey asked, echoing the words that thousands of humans had uttered since mankind developed speech.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

Adam had seen many of Ronan's dreams made real by now, and he knew how savage and lovely and terrifying and whimsical they could be. But this girl was the most Ronan of any of them that he'd seen. What a frightened monster she was

By Anonym 15 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

Because Adam practised at many things, Adam was good at many things, but this – what was it even called? Scrying, sensing, magic, magic, magic. He was not only good at it, but he longed for it, wanted it, loved it in a way that nearly overwhelmed him with gratitude. He had not known that he could love, not really. Gansey and he had fought about it, once – Gansey had said, with disgust, Stop saying privilege. Love isn’t privilege. But Gansey had always had love, had always been capable of love. Now that Adam had discovered this feeling in himself, he was more certain than ever that he was right. Need was Adam’s baseline, his resting pulse. Love was a privilege. Adam was privileged; he did not want to give it up. He wanted to remember again and again how it felt.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

His fatigued brain slid out from under him.

By Anonym 20 Sep

M. D. Elster

Yes!" He says. "Fear is an excellent motivator. I find that it really brings out the true ingenuity of a creature.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

He trailed through hallways, ducking under arms no longer there, excusing himself as he pressed through conversations long since ended.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

If Glendower had not saved Gansey's life, he did not know who to thank, or who to be, or how to live.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

Dreamers are to be classified as weapons. Ronan already knew he was a weapon ; but he was trying to make up for it.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

If one squinted in Cabeswater long enough, in the right way, one could see secrets dart between the trees. The shadows of horned animals that never appeared. The winking lights of another summer's fireflies. The rushing sound of many wings, the sound of a massive flock always out of sight. Magic.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

It'll be OK. I'm ready. Blue, kiss me.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

Everything already in place: the retired hit man currently sleeping with Maura; his supernatural-obsessed ex-boss currently sleeping in Boston; the creepy entity buried in rocks beneath the ley line; the unfamiliar creatures crawling out of a cave mouth behind an abandoned farmhouse; the ley line's growing power; the magical sentient forest on the ley line; one boy's bargain with the magical forest; one boy's ability to dream things to life; one dead boy who refused to be laid to rest; one girl who supernaturally amplified 90 percent of the aforementioned list.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

I take it we're friends now," Henry said. "We must be," Gansey replied. "Jane says it should be so." "It should be so," Blue agreed.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

Are you going to lock your shitbox?" Adam said, "No point. Hooligans got in anyway." The hooligan in question smiled thinly.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

She felt one thousand years old. She also felt like maybe she was a condescending brat. She wanted her bike. She wanted her friends, who were also one-thousand-year-old condescending brats. She wanted to live in a world where she was surrounded by one-thousand-year-old condescending brats.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

Gansey looked angry for approximately the length of time it took for a late butterfly to bluster by them in the autumn breeze.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

If one squinted into Cabeswater long enough, in the right way, one could see secrets dart between the trees. The shadows of horned animals that never appeared. The winking lights of another summer's fireflies. The rushing sound of many wings, the sound of a massive flock always out of sight. Magic.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

Every time I can’t tell where someone’s calling me from in a room and every time I accidentally start to put my earbuds in both ears I think about you.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

It was the gnawing suspicion that you were leavable, that you were too much trouble, that you were better off dead. It was the shame of wanting something you shouldn't; it was the ugly thrill of nearly being dead. It was all those things, all at once.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

As he stepped out of the science building, he tipped his head backward, as if Ronan Lynch - dreamer of dreams, fighter of men, skipper of classes - might somehow be flying overhead. He was not.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

Gansey knew enough people with secrets not to be dazzled into easily using them as currency.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

Where the hell is Ronan?” Gansey asked, echoing the words that thousands of humans had uttered since mankind developed speech. As he stepped out of the science building, he tipped his head backwards, as if Ronan Lynch – dreamer of dreams, fighter of men, skipper of classes – might somehow be flying overhead.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

This is a test of mettle. That's the Ganseylike part." Gansey knew that Henry was right by the zing of feeling in his heart. It was very similar to the sensation he'd felt at the toga party. That feeling of being known. Not in a superficial way, but in something deeper and truer. He asked, "What is my prize if I pass?" "What is ever any prize of a test of mettle? The prize is your honor, Mr. Gansey." Doubly known. Triply known. Gansey wasn't precisely sure how to cope with being so accurately pegged by a person who was, after all, only a recent acquaintance.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

Time tugged at his soul.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Maggie Stiefvateriefvater

Gansey could see precisely the argument that it was heaving toward. Adam would shoot something cool and truthful over the bow, Ronan would fire back a profanity cannon, Adam would drip gasoline in the path of the projectile, and then everything would be on fire for hours.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

The two-minute disparity prematurely aged Adam Parrish. He liked it when people knew how to do their jobs. "Say something," Gansey said. "That bell." "Everything is terrible," agreed Gansey.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Maggie Stiefvater

It was hidden in things Adam already knew, half-glimpsed behind a forest made of thoughts.