Grace reached over and began stroking her fingers through my hair. I closed my eyes and let her drive me crazy. — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Then I picked my book back up again and stroked her hair and read to the soundtrack of her breaths. — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Because I knew it wasn't for forever." Grace touched his hair and he bent his head to kiss her, quiet as a… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Your hair is the color of dirt,” she said. “It knows where it came from.” “That’s funny,” Blue noted, “because then mine… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
My father said once that if I didn't have my mother's ginger hair, I wouldn't blush or curse as easily. Which I… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
He smiled tolerantly at her. Rubbing his smooth chin its recently assassinated chin hairs, he studied her. She barely came up to… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
As always, there was an all-American war hero look to him, coded in his tousled brown hair, his summer-narrowed hazel eyes, the… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Sean takes my ponytail in his hand, his fingers touching my neck, and then he tucks my hair into my collar out… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
He slouched back in his seat, looking tired, and leaned his face on his shoulder to look at me while he played… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I touched my lips to hers again, and this time, it was a very different sort of kiss. It was six years’… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
For a second, he was still, blinking. Then he shook off all the blankets and coats so that his arms were free… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
The sun shines through the window And the sun shines through your hair It seems like you're beside me But I know… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I missed the sound of her shuffling her homework while I listened to music on her bed. I missed the cold of… — 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
