“You always carry a black tarot card with you to breakfast?" she asked.
"This is the first time."
"I bet. I gotta ask you though, why the Magician?"
"A friend gave it to me. Why? What do you know about it?"
"I know you got yourself involved with a black-back magician. That means everything is hidden, and backward. You could run into an animal that doesn't act like one. A magical animal like a rougarou. A werewolf that feasts on evil souls."
I put the card in my back pocket, horizontally, so it wouldn't fall out this time.
"Protect your soul, Eggs."
"I'm not evil," I said, already out the door and on the way to see Michael, who seemed more normal to me at that moment than the waitress at Johnny River's.
"We're all capable of it sometimes," she yelled behind me.”
Source: Scent of Darkness
“He symbolizes the power to tap universal forces and use them for creative purposes.”
Source: The Big Book of Tarot: How to Interpret the Cards and Work with Tarot Spreads for Personal Growth
“He acts as a lightning rod-one arm extended up into the Divine for inspiration, the other pointing toward Earth to ground his abilities.”
Source: The Big Book of Tarot: How to Interpret the Cards and Work with Tarot Spreads for Personal Growth
“His abilities appear magical at times because his will helps him achieve what seem to be miracles.”
Source: The Big Book of Tarot: How to Interpret the Cards and Work with Tarot Spreads for Personal Growth
“Excelsior," Gansey said bleakly.
Blue asked, "What does that even mean?"
Gansey looked over his shoulder at her. He was once more, just a little bit closer to the boy she'd seen in the churchyard.
"Onward and upward.”
Source: The Raven Boys
“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.”
Source: The Raven King
“I drowned in your eyes, full of mystery and wonder. Just like the deep ocean I couldn't swim out. The current pulled me in deeper and I was lost in you forever.”
Source: A Broken Woman: From a child that was loved dearly into a teen that has lost her strength
“It was this: Gansey starting down the stairs to the kitchen, Blue starting up, meeting in the middle. It was Gansey stepping aside to let her pass, but changing his mind. He caught her arm and then the rest of her. She was warm, alive, vibrant beneath the thin cotton; he was warm, alive vibrant beneath his. Blue slid her hand over his bare shoulder and then onto his chest, her palm spread out flat on his breastbone, her fingers pressed curiously into his skin.
"I thought you would be hairier," she whispered.
"Sorry to disappoint. The legs have a bit more going on."
"Mine too."
It was this: laughing senselessly into each other's skin, playing, until it was abruptly no longer play, and Gansey stopped himself with his mouth perilously close to hers, and Blue stopped herself with her belly pressed close to his.
It was this: Gansey saying, "I like you an awful lot, Blue Sargent."
It was this: Blue's smile--crooked, wry, ridiculous, flustered. There was a lot of happiness tucked into the corner of that smile, and even though her face was several inches from Gansey, some of it still spilled out and got on him. She put her finger on his cheek where he knew his own smile was dimpling it, and then they took each other's hands, and they climbed back up together.
It was this: this moment and no other moment, and for the first time that Gansey could remember, he knew what it would feel like to be present in his own life.”
Source: The Raven King
“It was this: Koh demonstrating how to make a toga of a bedsheet and sending Blue and Gansey into a cluttered bedroom to change. It was Gansey politely turning his back as she undressed and then Blue turning hers--maybe turning hers. It was Blue's shoulder and her collarbone and her legs and her throat and her laugh her laugh her laugh. He couldn't stop looking at her, and here, it didn't matter, because no one here cared that they were together. Here, he could play his fingers over her fingers as they stood close, she could lean her cheek on his bare shoulder, he could hook his ankle playfully in hers, she could catch herself with an arm around his waist. Here he was unbelievably greedy for that laugh.”
Source: The Raven King
“Gansey felt the feeling of time slipping--one last time. The sense of having done this before. He gently laid the backs of his hands on her cheeks. He whispered, "It'll be okay. I'm ready. Blue, kiss me."
The rain splatted about them, kicking up splashes of red-black, making the petals around them twitch. Dream things from Ronan's newly healed imagination piled around their feet. In the rain, everything smelled of these mountains in fall: oak leaves and hay fields, ozone and dirt turned over. It was beautiful here, and Gansey loved it. It had taken a long time, but he'd ended up where he wanted after all.
Blue kissed him.
He had dreamt of it often enough, and here it was, willed into life. In another world, it would just be this: a girl softly pressing her lips to a boy's. But in this one, Gansey felt the effects of it at once. Blue, a mirror, an amplifier, a strange half-tree soul with ley line magic running through her. And Gansey, restored once by the ley line's power, given a ley line heart, another kind of mirror. And when they were pointed at each other, the weaker one gave.
Gansey's ley line heart had been gifted, not grown.
He pulled back from her.
Out loud, with intention, with the voice that left no room for doubt, he said, "Let it be to kill the demon."
Right after he spoke, Blue threw her arms tightly around his neck. Right after he spoke, she pressed her face into the side of his. Right after he spoke, she held him like a shouted word. Love, love, love.
He fell quietly from her arms.
He was a king.”
Source: The Raven King