[ Gansey watches her. He tells almost everyone he meets about Glendower. It's never been a secret. Some people are more interested than others. Some are believers. Some are skeptics. He's seen all kinds of reactions, and nothing is a surprise anymore.

Kitty Jones, for example, strikes him as kind, but not believing. Not yet. He can work on that, maybe.

Her question draws a smile which is at once both wry, and eager. There's a light in Gansey's eyes. There's nothing that means more to him than this search. ]

The New World?

No. No, it's not about that at all. It's about him. Glendower. All of it is about him. I care about the New World because he might be lying in it.

[ Not lying, he thinks. Sleeping. ]

I've found many things that are rare, many things that should have been impossible, but Glendower. He's my Holy Grail. Do you see?