Read Online Blue Lily, Lily Blue by Maggie Stiefvater - Free Book Online

I’ve been listening to Malory all day. P-p-political. Poets. Iolo composed these really flattering poems about Glendower’s past prowess and his house and lands. His family. And such. Oh, what am I even looking for here?”
He paused to locate a tiny microwave. He examined the interior of a mug before filling it. Pulling a mint leaf from his pocket to suck on, he spoke around it as the water heated. “Really, if Glendower were Robin Hood, Iolo Goch would have been. . . that other guy.”
“Maid Marian,” Blue said. “Little John.”
Gansey pointed at her. “Like Batman and Robin. But he died in Wales. Are we to believe he returned to Wales after leaving Glendower here? No. I reject it.”
Blue loved this ponderous, scholarly Gansey, too involved with facts to consider how he appeared on the outside. She asked, “Glendower had a wife, right?”
“Died in the Tower of London.”
“Siblings?”
“Beheaded.”
“Children?”
“A million of them, but most imprisoned and dead, or just plain dead. He lost his entire family in the uprising.”
“Poet it is, then!”
Gansey asked, “Have you ever heard that rumor that if you boil water in the microwave it will explode when you touch it?”
“Has to be pure,” she replied. “Distilled water. Regular water won’t explode because of the minerals. You shouldn’t believe everything you read on the Internet.”
A roaring sound interrupted them, sudden and complete. Blue started, but Gansey just cast his eyes upward. “It’s rain on the roof. Must be dumping.”
He turned, mug in hand, and suddenly they were an inch apart. She could smell the mint in his mouth. She saw his throat move as he swallowed.
She was furious at her body for betraying her, for wanting him differently than any of the other boys, for refusing to listen to her insistence that they were just friends.
“How was your first day of school, Jane?” he asked, voice different than before.
    Mom’s gone. Noah exploded. I’m not going to college. I don’t want to go home where everything is strange, and I don’t want to go back to school where everything is normal.
    “Oh, you know, public school,” she said, not meeting his eyes. She concentrated instead on Gansey’s neck, which was right at eye level, and on how his collar didn’t lay quite flat against his skin all the way around because of his Adam’s apple. “We just watched cartoons all day.”
    She’d meant it to be wry, but she didn’t think it quite worked. “We’ll find her,” he said, and her chest twinged again. “I don’t know if she wants to be found.”
“Fair enough. Jane, if —” He stopped and swirled the tea. “I
    hope Malory doesn’t want any milk. I completely forgot.” She wished she could still evoke that Blue who despised him.
She wished she knew if Adam would feel terrible about this. She
wished she knew if fighting this feeling would make Gansey’s
foretold end destroy her any less.
She shut the microwave. Gansey left the room.
Back on the sofa, Malory viewed the tea as a man would view
a death sentence.
“What else?” Gansey asked kindly.
Malory shoved the Dog off him. “I’d like a new hip. And
better weather. Ah — however. This is your home and I know
that I’m an outsider, so far be it from me to chastise or generally
overstep. That being said, were you aware there was someone
under . . . ?”
He indicated the storm-dark area beneath the pool table. If
Blue squinted, she could make out a form in the black. “Noah,” Gansey said. “Come out at once.”
“No,” Noah replied.
“Well! I see you two know each other and all is well,” Malory
said, in the voice of someone who sensed trouble coming and
hadn’t brought an umbrella. “I will be in my room nursing my
jet lag.”
After he had retreated, Blue said with exasperation, “Noah! I
called and called for you.”
Noah remained where he was, arms hugged around his body.
He looked markedly less alive than he had earlier; there was
something