#pipedraems

She was not a lynx or a spider or even the Wraith. She was Inej Ghafa, and her future was waiting above.

Noah crouched over Gansey's body. He said, for the last time, “You will live because of Glendower. Someone else on the ley line is dying when they should not, and so you will live when you should not.' Gansey died. “Goodbye,” Noah said. “Don't throw it away.” He quietly slid from time.

neil or nathaniel or whoever he’s o u r s and we’re not letting him go

“Today, Blue thought, is the day I stop listening to the future and start living it instead.” 

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                                   H E  W O U L D N ‘ T  D I E  A  L I E.

I want to call that storm, she thought. And four million kruge might be enough to do it. Enough for her own ship—something small and fierce and laden with firepower. Something like her. She would hunt the slavers and their buyers. They would learn to fear her, and they would know her by her name.

the heart is an arrow. it demands aim to land true.