"They have lots of names. Fairy roads, spirit paths, song lines, dragon lines, dream paths, the old tracks, corpse roads. Ley line is the least evocative name possible for a place you can tap into a magical powerline. It's like walking around with lightning singing under your feet."
Gansey tilts his head to cede to Iggy's greater experience in the realm of spirits. "Noah was tied to Cabeswater from the beginning, so that might have made a difference. The psychic ladies of Fox Way--Blue's family--were very tight-lipped about what's normal in a manifesting spirit." Noah was not a normally manifesting spirit, judging by the pull of Gansey's mouth.
"All right. Saint Mark's Eve." He straightens his shoulders, takes a breath and holds it a moment before letting it out. "It's a...well, holiday is deeply overstating it. It's a tradition that began at a few of the oldest churches in Britain. On the night of April 24th, the spirits of those who are going to die before the next Saint Mark's day walk to the church. It's tradition for someone to keep watch, sometimes to collect the names of those who appear." He runs a hand through his hair. "I spent an overnight outside a church with a digital recorder to see if I could hear anything. Miles away, Blue and her aunt were at another church, writing down the names of whoever passed through. "
He fidgets with his watch, adjusting the face of it to sit properly against the bone of his wrist. The hands are completely still, the second hand ticking in place. Gansey makes a face at the watch as though it is making a joke in poor taste.
"We hadn't met yet, Blue and I. The first time she saw me was when a spirit gave her my name. The first time I heard her voice was the next morning, there with mine on that digital recorder."
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Gansey tilts his head to cede to Iggy's greater experience in the realm of spirits. "Noah was tied to Cabeswater from the beginning, so that might have made a difference. The psychic ladies of Fox Way--Blue's family--were very tight-lipped about what's normal in a manifesting spirit." Noah was not a normally manifesting spirit, judging by the pull of Gansey's mouth.
"All right. Saint Mark's Eve." He straightens his shoulders, takes a breath and holds it a moment before letting it out. "It's a...well, holiday is deeply overstating it. It's a tradition that began at a few of the oldest churches in Britain. On the night of April 24th, the spirits of those who are going to die before the next Saint Mark's day walk to the church. It's tradition for someone to keep watch, sometimes to collect the names of those who appear." He runs a hand through his hair. "I spent an overnight outside a church with a digital recorder to see if I could hear anything. Miles away, Blue and her aunt were at another church, writing down the names of whoever passed through. "
He fidgets with his watch, adjusting the face of it to sit properly against the bone of his wrist. The hands are completely still, the second hand ticking in place. Gansey makes a face at the watch as though it is making a joke in poor taste.
"We hadn't met yet, Blue and I. The first time she saw me was when a spirit gave her my name. The first time I heard her voice was the next morning, there with mine on that digital recorder."