It occurred to me that there was a story behind the scar -- maybe not as dramatic as the story of my… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Joseph Beringer...dances around behind me singing some poorly rhymed and slightly dirty song about my [racing] odds at my skirts. 'I don't… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
There was something awful about terror trapped behind silence. About latent emotions that couldn't be acted out." "Cole's thoughts on page 248… — 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
He left Chainsaw behind, much to her irritation. Ronan didn't want her to learn any bad language. — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Sean settles swiftly behind me, and I'm startled by the sudden closeness of him, my back suddenly warm against his chest, the… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I smiled at the stacks, inhaling again. Hundreds of thousands of pages that had never been turned, waiting for me. The shelves… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Peeling off my skin / leaving just my eyes behind / You see inside my head / Still know that you are mine. — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I remembered standing in the middle of the street in front of The Crooked Bookshelf, filled with the certainty of a future.… — 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
It was a life I didn’t want to leave behind.It was a life I didn’t want to forget. — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
She leaned toward me, offering her neck, and I kissed her just behind her ear. — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Grace Brisbane. There was nothing particularly special about her, except that she was… — 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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
Mum once told Dad that vices are only vices when looked at through the frame of society. — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“That's the one." In Puck Connolly's custody. That might be the last I see of that jacket.” — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“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 Image
