Listening to him tell the story now, it was clear to Adam that Glendower was more than a historical figure to Gansey. He was everything Gansey wished he could be: wise and brave, sure of his path, touched by the supernatural, respected by all, survived by his legacy.
She thought of a spring flower. A lily, blue, like her name. A blue petal fell aimlessly into her hair. Another dropped onto the back of her hand, slipping down her wrist like a kiss. Gansey’s eyes opened as petals landed lightly on his cheeks. As his lips parted, ever-wondering, a petal landed directly on his mouth. (x)