I had w i n g s once, and they were s t r o n g. They could carry me above the clouds and into the headwinds, and they never faltered. Not even once. But they were stolen from me.
“I heard a voice. It was a whisper. I won’t forget what it said. It said: ‘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.’”
Blue was very quiet. The air pressed on them.
“I told Helen. She said it was a hallucination.” His voice was peculiar. Formal and certain. “It was not a hallucination.”
This was the Gansey who had written the journal. The truth of it, the magic of it, possessed her.
She asked, “And that’s enough to make you spend your life looking for Glendower?”
Gansey replied, “Once Arthur knew the grail existed, how could he not look for it?”
Blue said, “That’s not really an answer.”
He didn’t look at her. He replied, voice terrible, “I need to, Blue.”
Think about something Winston Churchill once said, “If you’re going through hell, keep going.”
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