In some parallel universe, there was a Gansey who could tell Blue that he found the ten inches of her bare calves… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Also, truth be told, he wasn't very good at flying a helicopter, despite several lessons. He seemed to lack the important ability… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
When Ronan thought of Gansey, he thought of moving into Monmouth Manufacturing, of nights spent in companionable insomnia, of a summer searching… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
He's a pit bull," Adam said. "I know some really nice pit bulls." "He's the kind of pit that makes the evening… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Gansey could’ve had any and all of the friends that he wanted. Instead he had chosen the three of them, three guys… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Casually, out of the view of Ronan, making sure Adam was still sleeping, Gansey dangled his hand between the driver's seat and… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Gansey studied Adam's erratic handwriting. His letters always looked like they were running from something. — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Where the hell is Ronan?" Gansey asked, echoing the words that thousands of humans had uttered since mankind developed speech. As he… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
The journal and Gansey were clearly long acquainted, and he wanted her to know. This is me. The real me. — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Gansey threw open his door. Gripping the roof of the car, he slid himself out. Even that gesture, Ronan noted, was wild-Gansey,… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Adam had once told Gansey, "Rags to riches isn't a story anyone wants to hear until after it's done. — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Now Gansey grinned, the warmth of discovery starting to course through him. "So, pop quiz, Mr Parrish. Three things that appear in… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
In the end, he was nobody to Adam, he was nobody to Ronan. Adam spit his words back at him and Ronan… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
He strode over to the ruined church. This, Blue had discovered, was how Gansey got places - striding. Walking was for ordinary… — 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
She breathed. "This is lovely." It was for Adam, not Gansey, but she saw Gansey glance over his shoulder at her. — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“The way Gansey saw it was this: If you had a special knack for finding things, it meant you owed the world… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Did you get notes for me?" "No", Ronan replied,"I thought you were dead in a ditch.” — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
All that mattered was that something had struck the match, and Gansey was burning. — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“There was a faint, amused smile on Gansey’s face that meant he knew they were lying. It was a strangely wise expression;… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Did you get Mom a birthday present?" Helen asked. "Yes," Gansey replied. "Myself." "The gift that keeps on giving." "I don't think… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Do you not like the fruit bits? That’s the best part.” Gansey directed this last statement to Blue, who gave him her… — 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
“This," Gansey replied "is precisely why I didn't want to have a baby with you.” — 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
