#gansey

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. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#gansey #description

More than anything, the journal wanted. It wanted more than it could hold, more than words could describe, more than diagrams could illustrate. Longing burst from the pages, in every frantic line and every hectic sketch and every dark-printed definition. There was something pained and melancholy about it. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#gansey #stiefvater #the-raven-boys #the-raven-cycle #melancholy

I guess I make things that need energy stronger. I'm like a walking battery." "You're the table everyone wants at Starbucks," Gansey mused as he began to walk again. Blue blinked. "What?" Over his shoulder, Gansey said, "Next to the wall plug. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#gansey #lol #raven-boys #starbucks #energy

Is this thing safe?" "Safe as life," Gansey replied. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#gansey #life #raven-boys #safe #life

He strode over to the ruined church. This, Blue had discovered, was how Gansey got places - striding. Walking was for ordinary people. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#gansey #lol #striding #church