the intermittent breeze carried her scent to me again and again , singing in another language of memories from another form . — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
The inside of the old Camaro smelled like asphalt and desire, gasoline and dreams. — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“This close, she could smell something minty that she wasn’t sure was unique to him or unique to spirits.” — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I folded myself against her body, breathing in the smell of my new life and matching my heartbeat to hers" Sam, Linger — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
As the hours crept by, the afternoon sunlight bleached all the books on the shelves to pale, gilded versions of themselves and… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“The smell of him when he was sleeping, the sound of his breathing -- that was home and everything I wanted at… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Gansey blinked, slower. The take-out dinner smell had gone away and all that remained was the heavy, pleasant smell of growing things.… — 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
The piebald mare paws at the sand; I see her digging out of the corner of my eye and hear her grinding… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I leaned across the table towards the crumb-thrower. "Do that again," I said, loud enough to be heard over the opera singer,… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
The place smelled like Sam -- or, I guess, he smelled like the store. Like ink and old building and something more… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Adam twisted off the lid. Inside was a colorless lotion that smelled of mist and moss. Replacing the lid with a frown,… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
It was about falling asleep with Sam's chest pressed against my back so I could feel his heart slow to match mine.… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
There is something very shocking about seeing him standing dark and still on our doorstep. I lean the door a ways. The… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
He was struck by the details of the moment. This was something he needed to remember, when he dreamt. This feeling right… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I could still smell her on my fur. It clung to me, a memory of another world. I was drunk with it,… — 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
He ordered Ronan to put on some terrible music--Ronan was always too happy to oblige in this department--and then he abused the… — 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
