One happy day for every falling leaf you catch. Sam's voice was low. — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
World of words lost on the living / I take my place with the walking dead / Robbed of my voice I'm… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Eleanor's voice was below zero. 'My finest horse to whichever faerie in this room brings me that woman's left eye.' My thoughts… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I couldn't think of anything to say. I was idiotically entranced by the way he said "Grace." The tone of it. The… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
He had a carrying, congressional sort of voice, the kind that sounded good saying things like Less of a tax burden on… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
From Ronan's room, he heard Noah's laugh. He and Ronan were throwing various objects from the second-story window to the parking low… — 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
How do you know I wouldn't have just been happy with the truth? I don’t care if my father was a deadbeat… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I'm very nearly drunk enough to be transcendent," Calla said after a space. She was not the only psychic drinking, but she… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
That's a poor match, Sean Kendrick," says a voice at my elbow. It's the other sister from Fathom & Sons, and she… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
In Ronan's hand, the mask was as thin as a sheet of paper, still warm from Adam's gasped breaths. Orphan Girl buried… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Blue stretched her hand out. Adam took it without hesitation, like he'd been waiting for her to offer it. He said in… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Blue." It was Ronan's voice, for the first time, and everyone, even Helen, twisted their head towards him. His head was cocked… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
It tore my heart out, because I heard his voice. The wolves sang slowly behind him, bittersweet harmony, but all I heard… — 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 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
One thousand ways to say good-bye One thousands ways to cry One thousand ways to hang your hat before you go outside… — 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
