Some days seem to fit together like a stained glass window. A hundred little pieces of different color and mood that, when… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
All these perfect days, made of glass Put on the shelf where they can cast perfect shadows that stretch and grow on… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Peppermint swirled into my nostrils, sharp as glass, then raspberry almost to sweet, like too-ripe fruit. Apple, crisp and pure. Nuts, buttery,… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I'm very nearly drunk enough to be transcendent," Calla said after a space. She was not the only psychic drinking, but she… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I slowly climbed back to my feet, walked back into the emergency department through the silently swishing glass doors, and, covered in… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
What's that?' Beck shoved his back ineffectually against the glass door, suffering under the weight of a huge box. 'Your brian.' I… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I was suddenly struck by how dissimilar we were. It occurred to me that if Grace and I were objects, she would… — 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
