do you ever just think about the fact that even when ronan lynch was dying and being unmade he still fought for his friends? that he brought back birds and stars and mint leaves and pieces of paper with unguibus et rostro written on it when he was literally being pulled in and out of consciousness by the demon???? because even when ronan lynch was dying he “snatched at light” for the people he loved and there is literally nothing more tragic and beautiful than that
“A clue to the building’s original identity was painted on the eastern side of the building: MONMOUTH MANUFACTURING. But for all their research, neither Gansey nor Adam had been able to figure out precisely what Monmouth had manufactured. Something that had required twenty-five-foot ceilings and wide open spaces; something that had left moisture stains on the floor and gouges in the brick walls. Something that the world no longer needed.”
Neil went back to Wymack’s side and relayed Andrew’s message. He expected Wymack to brush off Andrew’s threat without batting an eye. He wasn’t expecting Wymack’s amused huff and dry, “Just promise me this isn’t going to be a problem.“ (The King’s Men)
“Being Adam Parrish was a complicated thing, a wonder of muscles and organs, synapses and nerves. He was a miracle of moving parts, a study in survival. The most important thing to Adam Parrish, though, had always been free will, the ability to be his own master. This was the important thing. It had always been the important thing. This was what it was to be Adam.”
Listening to him tell the story now, it was clear to Adam that Glendower was more than a historical figure to Gansey. He was everything Gansey wished he could be: wise and brave, sure of his path, touched by the supernatural, respected by all, survived by his legacy.
As always, there was an all-American war hero look to him, coded in his tousled brown hair, his summer-narrowed hazel eyes, the straight nose that ancient Anglo-Saxons had graciously passed on to him. Everything about him suggested valor and power and a firm handshake.
“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.”