Tell me what it's like. The race." "What it's like is a battle. A mess of horses and men and blood. The… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
He was not as soft as when I'd first met him, not as young, but the angles of his face, his quick… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I can't really believe that it's over. "I'll speak for her." Every face turns to where Sean Kendrick stands a little apart… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Or even tell me it's because you could not live without The Boy's stunning Boyfruits for another night..." Sam's face was twisted… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I like you better this way." For some reason, admitting this made her face go hot right away; she was very glad… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I watched her and I watched the birds' shadows flit across her face, and I...wanted. I wanted more happy memories to hang… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Could others hold him?" His face remains the same. "There are no others. You're the only one." I swallow. "I can hold… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
He slouched back in his seat, looking tired, and leaned his face on his shoulder to look at me while he played… — 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
I thought I heard---" Gansey broke off. His eyes dropped to where Adam held Blue's hand. Again his face was somewhat puzzled… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I said uselessly, "Sam, don't go." Sam cupped my face in his hands and looked me in the eyes. His eyes were… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Sam?" Rachel asked. "Do you know you have the saddest sad face ever? — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I watched the edges of the leaves slowly unfold, fluttering in the breeze. "How long did you wait?" It would've been unbearably… — 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
She draws patterns on my face / These lines make shapes that can’t replace / the version of me that I hold… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Grace: I picked up my sweater from the floor and crawled back into bed. Shoving my pillow aside, I balled up the… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
His face was just strange enough that she wanted to keep looking at it. — 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
I know not to trust anyone," i say. "Except..." Holly studies my face. "You do fancy him, don't you? What a strange,… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I fell asleep to the scent of my wolf. Pine needles, cold rain, earthy perfume, coarse bristles on my face. — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Sam came around the side of the car and stopped dead when he saw me. “Oh my God, what is THAT?” I… — 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
For a second, he was still, blinking. Then he shook off all the blankets and coats so that his arms were free… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Again and Again, however, we know the language of love, and the little churchyard with its lamenting names and the staggeringly secret… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Sean pushes up to his feet and stands there. I look at his dirty boots. Now I've offended him, I think. He… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Face flushed, I shook my head and stared at my white-knuckled grip on the bed. Of all my pet peeves, condescending adults… — 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