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It was possible that there were two gods in this church.

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But the fact was this: Gansey had spent the last four years working with the thinnest scraps of evidence possible and the barely heard voice was all the encouragement he needed. His eighteen months in Henrietta had used some of the sketchiest scraps of all as he searched for a ley line — a perfectly straight, supernatural energy path that connected spiritual places — and the elusive tomb he hoped lay along its path. This was just an occupational hazard of looking for an invisible energy line. It was … well, invisible. And possibly hypothetical, but Gansey refused to consider that notion. In seventeen years of life, he’d already found dozens of things people hadn’t known could be found, and he fully intended to add the ley line, the tomb, and the tomb’s royal occupant to that list of items.

The Raven Cycle fic Pairing: Pynch (Adam/Ronan) Additional Characters:Opal Rating: T Summary: It's almost Easter at the Barns, and it wouldn't be a day in the life of Pynch without some mild shenanigans. Domestic Fluff, Mild Language Read on Ao3

The Raven Cycle fic for @ravencyclenetwork search: noncanon ships Pairing: Ronsey Rating: G Summary: Gansey groaned and slumped back against the railing. “That was a disaster.” “That,” Ronan countered with a raised eyebrow, “was magnificent.” Gansey pinched the bridge of his nose. “Ronan, in what universe is causing a scene in the middle of my mother’s campaign party and successfully ticking off her and Helen and the current Secretary of the Interior, and probably everyone else out there, magnificent?” Ronan seemed to ponder that for a moment. “All of them, I think.” Read on Ao3

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