“It's beyond him now. It's time for you to do your own thing." "My thing? My thing only worked if Grace was… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I turned back to my extracurricular study of death and disease. Because no matter what Grace thought, I knew that in Mercy… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
What were you thinking about? When I came in?" "Being Sam," I said. "What a nice thing to be," Grace said. And… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
My chest ached, my body speaking a language my head didn't quite understand. I waited. But Grace, the only person in the… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“This is the story of a boy who used to be a wolf, and a girl who became one. I won't let… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Where are Sam and Grace?" "Ringo left in his car a few hours ago. He must've taken Grace with him. I don't… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“I still watch her now, like I always did, and she watches me, her brown eyes looking out from a wolf's face.… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“I came back because I had to. Because there was nothing wrong in the world except that I was getting older in… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
And then I opened my eyes and it was just Grace and me - nothing anywhere but Grace and me - she… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Long after the other voices had dropped away, Sam kept howling, very soft and slow. When he finally fell silent, the night… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Then I began to play. Variations on a G major chord, the most wonderful chord known to mankind, infinitely happy. I could… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Grace. I held on to that name. If I kept that in my head, I would be OK. Grace. I was shaking,… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
She could've looked at the tiny miracles in front of her: my feet, my hands, my fingers, the shape of my shoulders… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Grace Brisbane. There was nothing particularly special about her, except that she was… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Grace stopped in the door, dimly silhouetted by the dull gray morning light, and looked back at me, at my eyes, my… — 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
What do you mean? Grace Brisbane, you do not mean that you're not going back home again. Tell me that this was… — 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