Blue. My name's Blue Sargent.' 'Blair?' 'Blue.' 'Blaize?' Blue sighed. 'Jane — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Noah prodded her with a cold finger. “Tell him who you are.” “I’m working with Gansey,” Blue added. “On the ley line.”… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“You be careful, Adam Parrish. 'Cause one day you might get what you ask for. There might be girls in Henrietta who'll… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Blue. My name's Blue Sargent." "Blair?" "Blue." "Blaize?" Blue sighed. "Jane." "Oh, Jane! I thought that you were saying Blue for some… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“What care is it of yours,” Gansey asked, “what I think of Orla?” Blue held his gaze, unflinching. Crisp, she replied, “None… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“It was not just a touch, an action. It was a simplification of both of them: They were no longer Noah Czerny… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“It was this: laughing senselessly into each other’s skin, playing, until it was abruptly no longer play, and Gansey stopped himself with… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
