The guitar," I said, "will only obey its master." "Yeah," Cole agreed, "but Grace isn't here." He grinned at me slyly. — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
To Grace, these were the things that mattered: my hands on her cheeks, my lips on her mouth. The fleeting touches that… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Forever?" Sam's lips smiled, but above his grin, his yellow eyes turned sad, as if he knew it was a lie. "Longer.” — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“I still watch her now, like I always did, and she watches me, her brown eyes looking out from a wolf's face.… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Where are Sam and Grace?" "Ringo left in his car a few hours ago. He must've taken Grace with him. I don't… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
And then I opened my eyes and it was just Grace and me - nothing anywhere but Grace and me - she… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“I came back because I had to. Because there was nothing wrong in the world except that I was getting older in… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Many, many readers have written asking me wistfully about the nature of Sam and Grace's relationship, and I can assure you, that… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
She reached down and traced my eyebrows. 'You do have really beautiful eyes.' 'We get to keep them,' I said. Grace started… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Somewhere fate laughs in her far-off country, because now I am the human and it is Grace I will lose again and… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“This is the story of a boy who used to be a wolf, and a girl who became one. I won't let… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
My chest ached, my body speaking a language my head didn't quite understand. I waited. But Grace, the only person in the… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
That night, like every other night since I’d met her, I curled Grace into my arms, listening to her parents’ muffled movements… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Sam- " After you were bitten, i knew what would happen. I waited for you to change, every night, so i could… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Cole made a hissing sound. "Are you inside yet? God bless America and all her sons. What is taking you so long?"… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I was suddenly struck by how dissimilar we were. It occurred to me that if Grace and I were objects, she would… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Grace," I said, my vision swirling now because of her blood smeared across my wrists, "Can you hear me?" She nodded then… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Sam reached his hand toward mine and I automatically put my fingers in his. With a guilty little smile he pulled my hand toward… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share
“Once upon a time, there lived a boy, and he had to risk everything to keep what he loved. But really the story was:… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share
I think-I need to ask an embarrassing question. Do you think I could borrow a pair of scrubs? I-uh-my pants-" "Oh!" Cried the poor… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share
We dance, we dance. You hold the thread of my soul. You spin, you spin. And you unravel the part from the whole. We… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share
Mum once told Dad that vices are only vices when looked at through the frame of society. — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share
“At least when he was at Aglionby he could turn over his papers to see the grades, concrete proof of his success at something.” — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share
“That's the one." In Puck Connolly's custody. That might be the last I see of that jacket.” — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share
“I asked,”Are you going to pick up next time I call you?” ”I did this time didn’t I?” “Say yes.” “Yes. Conditionally yes.”…... …”What… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share
Tell me what it's like. The race." "What it's like is a battle. A mess of horses and men and blood. The fastest and… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share
“I felt a tickle on my skin; it took me a moment to realize that Cole was driving his die-cast Mustang up my arm.… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share
Happiness isn't something this island yields easily; the ground is too rocky and the sun too sparse for it to flourish. — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share
