“What's happening here?" This last bit was hissed to Ronan and Noah. "Noah took a personal day." "I lost..." Noah struggled for… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Adam's response was buried in the sound of the first-story door falling open. Noah slouched in. In a wounded tone, he said,… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Noah had wandered down the aisle, but now he gleefully returned with a snow globe. He stood behind Ronan until he pushed… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“What?” he asked in a low voice. “You looked like you spent your last joy bill.” He hissed, “What does that even… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“I just don't— Ronan. My ears are bleeding!" Ronan turned down the music.” — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“She tried to ignore that, this close to the man, he had the overpowering chemical scent of a manly shower gel. The… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Somehow, having a deer preside over the ceremony of a werewolf and a girl seems oddly appropriate.” — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“All I know is that when I whisper to dirt, my conversations are less than meaningful.” — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Make sure the seaweed lies flat.' 'Okay.' 'Leave an inch below the knee.' 'Okay.' 'It's got to be loose enough to put… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Ronan's bedroom door burst open. Hanging on the door frame, Ronan leaned out to peer past Gansey. He was doing that thing… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“At this, Gansey rolled over onto his back and folded his hands on his chest. He wore a salmon polo shirt, which,… — 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