Call Down the Hawk: The Dreamer Trilogy by Stiefvater Maggie

Author:Stiefvater, Maggie [Stiefvater, Maggie]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Scholastic
Published: 2019-11-04T16:00:00+00:00

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Adam Parrish was uncanny.

Perhaps standing next to Ronan Lynch, dreamer of dreams, he looked ordinary, but it was only because everything uncanny about him was turned inside instead of out. He, too, had a connection with the peculiar ley line energy that seemed to power Ronan’s dreams, except that Adam’s connection happened while he was awake, and only ever produced knowledge instead of objects. He was something like a psychic, if there was such a thing as a psychic whose powers extended more toward the future of the world than the future of people. During the idyllic summer he’d spent at the Barns with Ronan, he’d played with energy nearly every single day. He’d gaze into a bowl of dark liquid and lose himself in the unfathomable pulse that connects all living things. While on the phone with Gansey or Blue, he’d take out his deck of haunted tarot cards and read one or three cards for them. At night, he’d sit on the end of Ronan’s childhood bed and meet Ronan in dreamspace—Ronan, asleep, in a dream, Adam, awake, in a trance.

He had put all of that away to go to Harvard.

“If I stop breathing, bring me back,” Adam said now. He sat on the end of Ronan’s bed with one of Ronan’s dreamt lights cupped in his hands. There were all sorts of dreamt lights at the Barns: fireflies in the fields, stars tangled in the trees, orbs hanging in the long barn over his work, eternal wee candles in each of the windows that faced the backyard. The one in Adam’s hand was too ferociously bright to look at directly; it was a sun. Gansey had asked Ronan to keep his mint plant alive while he road-tripped, and Ronan, unsure of how to keep plants alive inside, had dreamt the outside in. Now it illuminated the otherwise dim bedroom where the two of them sat knee to knee on the bed.

“If it’s longer than fifteen minutes, bring me back,” Adam added. He thought about this, then corrected himself. “Ten. I can always go back.”

Adam’s ability wasn’t without its risks. It was a lot like dreaming, but dreaming using the whole world’s imagination instead of just his own. There were no limits. No memories to hedge the dreams in, no identity to keep the wandering intimate. Without someone to hold him close within the vast space, Adam’s mind could wander into the ether and never return, like the cow floating off into the sun. That was how his deck of tarot cards had become haunted. They were a gift from a dead woman who’d never come back.

“Ten, okay,” Ronan said. Reaching out, he twisted the watch on Adam’s wrist so that it faced him.

Adam tilted his head back, and Ronan realized he was steeling himself. This was new. Adam had always been cautious, but not intimidated.

“What?” Ronan asked.

“Things have been weird out there.”

This was unpleasant to think about; how long would it have taken Ronan to find out

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