Adam has always had... heroic tendencies.' I touched Adam's arm. 'He's my hero.' There was another pause... 'That is the most romantic thing I've ever heard you say, ' Bran said. 'Be careful, Adam, or you'll turn her into a real girl.' Adam looked at me. 'I like her just the way she is, Bran.' And he meant it, greasy overalls, broken fingernails, and all.
So where does the name Adam's apple come from? Most people say that it is from the notion that this bump was caused by the forbidden fruit getting stuck in the throat of Adam in the Garden of Eden. There is a problem with this theory because some Hebrew scholars believe that the forbidden fruit was the pomegranate. The Koran claims that the forbidden fruit was a banana. So take your pick-Adam's apple, Adam's pomegranate, Adam's banana. Eve clearly chewed before swallowing.
Your sons have no names.' Adam replied, 'Their mother left them motherless.' 'And you have left them fatherless. Can't you feel the cold at night of a lone child? What warm is there, what bird song, what possible morning can be good? Don't you remember, Adam, how it was, even a little?' 'I didn't do it, ' Adam said. 'Have you undone it? Your boys have no names.
For Adam, screwed-up bonding thing or not, I'd wait forever. 'Really?' he asked in a tone I'd never heard from him before. Softer. Vulnerable. Adam didn't do vulnerable. 'Really what?' I asked. 'Despite the way our bond scares you, despite the way someone in the pack played you, you'd still have me?' He'd been listening to my thoughts. This time it didn't bother me. 'Adam, ' I told him, 'I'd walk barefoot over hot coals for you.
Essay on Adam" There are five possibilities. One: Adam fell. Two: he was pushed. Three: he jumped. Four: he only looked over the edge, and one look silenced him. Five: nothing worth mentioning happened to Adam. The first, that he fell, is too simple. The fourth, fear, we have tried and found useless. The fifth, nothing happened, is dull. The choice is between: he jumped or was pushed. And the difference between these is only an issue of whether the demons work from the inside out or from the outside in: the one theological question.
Being Adam Parrish was a complicated thing, a wonder of muscles and organs, synapses and nerves. He was a miracle of moving parts, a study in survival. The most important thing to Adam Parrish, though, had always been free will, the ability to be his own master. This was the important thing. It had always been the important thing. This was what it was to be Adam.
Was it okay? Adam had turned down so many offers of help from Gansey. Money for school, money for food, money for rent. Pity and charity, Adam had thought. For so long, he'd wanted Gansey to see him as an equal, but it was possible that all this time, the only person who needed to see that was Adam. Now he could see that it wasn't charity Gansey was offering. It was just truth. And something else: friendship of the unshakable kind. Friendship you could swear on. That could be busted nearly to breaking and come back stronger than before.
I walked to the door where Clovis waited. When I looked up, he was staring at Adam. A quick glance backward confirmed Adam was returning his stare. Freaking males, I thought, they couldn't be more obvious about their territorial dispute if they'd both peed on me.
Adam Antonovich's father was a tubby tyrant with a triple chin and chinks where his eyes should have been. All his life he had amassed money. In old age he had exchanged it for space; his estates grew, grew and swelled. ("Adam")
Finally, Dageus finished, and she heard Gwen and Chloe say simultaneously, breathlessly, "Oh, my God." Gabby opened her eyes. Drustan had risen to his feet and was scowling, an expression mirrored by his twin. Both were glaring at Adam-whom they obviously could now see. Then at their wives, then back at Adam.