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It took her a while to anized into rough sections, but it was clear that whoever had created it had run out of space in soun anew later in the journal There was a section on ley lines, invisible energy lines that connected spiritual places There was a section on Owain Glyndr, the Raven King There was a section about legends of sleeping knights aited beneath mountains for discovery and new life There was a section of strange stories about sacrificed kings and ancient water goddesses and all of the old things that ravens represented

More than anything, the journal wanted It wanted more than it could hold, raes, in every frantic line and every hectic sketch and every dark-printed definition There was so pained and melancholy about it

A familiar shape stood out fro, beaked triangle It was the same shape Neeve had drawn in the churchyard dust The same shape her mother had drawn on the steaet a better look This section was on ley lines: "hout the journal, the writer had doodled the three lines again and again, along with a sickly-looking Stonehenge, strangely elongated horses, and a labeled sketch of a burial mound There was no explanation of the symbol

It couldn’t be a coincidence

There was no way this journal could possibly belong to that presidential raven boy Soht, it’s Adaave her the saic, of possibility, of anxious danger That sa as when Neeve had said that a spirit touched her hair

Blue thought, I wish you had been Gansey But as soon as she thought it, she kneasn’t true Because whoever Gansey was, he didn’t have long to live

Chapter 9

Gansey woke in the night to find the

He fumbled for where it was nestled in the blankets beside hilasses or contacts, he had to hold the screen an inch from his eyes to read the caller ID: MALORY, R Now Gansey understood the bizarre tier Malory lived in Sussex, a five-hour tiinia was five in thefor Malory-the-early-riser Malory was one of the prihty or one hundred or two hundred years old and had written three books on the subject, all classics in the (very li his time between Wales and London Malory had been the first one to take fifteen-year-old Gansey seriously, a favor for which Gansey would not soon stop being grateful for

"Gansey," Malory said war better than to call him by his Christian name Without further preamble, Malory launched into a one-sided conversation about the weather, the historical society’s past four hbor with the collie was Gansey understood about three quarters of thein the UK for nearly a year, Gansey was good with accents, but Malory’s was often difficult, due to a co, and a poor phone connection

Getting out of bed to crouch beside his model of Henrietta, Gansey half-listened for a polite twelve ently "It’s nice of you to call"

"I found a very interesting textual source," Malory said There was a sound like he was either chewing or wrapping so in cellophane Gansey had seen his flat and it was quite possible he was doing both "Who suggested that the ley lines are dor Sound faht explain why they’re so hard to dowse If they’re still present but not active, the energy would be very faint and irregular In Surrey, I was following a line with this fellow -- fourteen miles, rotten weather, raindrops like turnips -- and then it just disappeared"

Retrieving a tube of glue and soht to work on a roof while Malory went on about rain He asked, "Did your source say anything about waking the ley lines up? If Glendower can be woken, the ley lines could be, too, right?"

"That’s the thought"

"But all it takes to wake Glendower is discovery People have been walking all over the ley lines"

"Oh no, Mr Gansey, that’s where you’re round Even if they weren’t always, they’re now covered by meters of dirt accumulated over the centuries," Malory said "No one’s really touched them for hundreds of years You and I, we don’t walk the lines We just follow the echoes"

Gansey recalled how the trail had seeo for no reason while he and Ada of plausibility, and, really, that was all he needed He wanted nothinghis books for further support for this new idea, school day be da tied to Aglionby; o to thes," Malory replied "Do you kno many people die in caves every year?"

Gansey replied that he was sure he didn’t

"Thousands," Malory assured hiraveyards Much better to stay aboveground Spelunking isNo, this source was all about a ritual way to wake the spirit roads fro the ley line know of your presence You’d do a syy there in Marianna"

"Henrietta"

"Texas?"

Whenever Gansey talked to British people about America, they always seeht," agreed Malory warmly "Think how easy it would be to follow that spirit road to Glendower if it’s shouting loud instead of whispering You find it, perfor"