“Raven." There was a long pause as Ronan regarded his hand. "Maybe a crow. But I doubt it. I...yeah, seriously doubt it. Corvus corax."Even drunk, Ronan knew the Latin name for the common raven.”
“I found it.""People find pennies," Gansey replied. "Or car keys. Or four-leaf clovers.""And ravens," Ronan said. "You're just jealous 'cause" - at this point, he had to stop to regroup his beer-sluggish thoughts - "you didn't find one, too.”
“Her name's Chainsaw," replied Ronan, without looking up. Then: "Noah. You're creepy as hell back there.”
“Have you ever chopped down something with an ax? Not fun. I now have serious doubts regarding George Washington and his cherry tree.”
“The buck stops here," Ronan said, pulling up the hand brake. "Home shit home.”
“Saw him where?""While I was sitting outside with one of my half aunts."This seemed to satisfy Ronan was well, because he asked, "What's the other half of her?""God, Ronan," Adam said. "Enough.”