What are you wishing for?' Grace interrupted. 'To kiss you,' I said to her. — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“It was six years' worth of kissing, her lips coming to life under mine, tasting of orange and of desire.” — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Cole sat back up, slowly, and I opened my eyes. His expression, as ever, was blank, the face he wore when something… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Kissing's a lot like laughing. If the joke's funny, it doesn't matter how long it's been since you last heard one.” — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
When he kissed me, his lips soft and careful, it was all the thrill of our first kiss and all the practiced… — 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
I want you." Feeling the grip of his hand in mine, the brush of skin on mine, seeing the way he moved… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
If I only have ten minutes, Sam, this is what I want to say. You're not the best of us. You're more… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
It wasn't the sort of kiss I'd had with him before, hungry, wanting, desperate. It wasn't the sort of kiss I'd had… — 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 stood on my toes and stole a soft kiss from his lips. "Surprise attack," I said. Sam leaned down and kissed… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
whether they'll write the story of my life as a tragedy or an epic fantasy... I was wondering if it was going… — 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
Hers was a memory made up of snapshorts: being dragged through the snow by a pack of wolves, first kiss tasting of… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Sean reaches between us and slides a thin bracelet of red ribbons over my free hand. Lifting my arm, he presses his… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Cole kissed me.. It was the sort of kiss that would take a long time to recover from. You could take each… — 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
