"It's the kind of story that goes with alcohol, definitely. A nighttime story." Because there are bright autumn afternoon stories and then there are middle-of-the-night stories, the ones that can only be told in murmured voices when the world is soft and quiet. "It's about Dreamers, psychics, Magicians, a ghost, a King, a Demon, and me."

I know ghosts. Nothing obvious changes, but Gansey may as well be a live wire with good manners. "As friends or dangers? Or something else?"