“I felt a tickle on my skin; it took me a moment to realize that Cole was driving his die-cast Mustang up… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Food," I suggested. "Sleep. That's what I need. To get the hell away from here." Cole frowned at me, as if I'd… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Sofia,” I said, lowering my sandwich from my mouth. The edge of the bread had a red mark on it from my… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“She'd been here long enough that all of her feelings had been replaced with high-end linoleum.” — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“The others slithered and crawled to get her the tanks and the belt, unaware that in order to really get my look,… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Voicemail #1: “Hi, Isabel Culpeper. I am lying in my bed, looking at the ceiling. I am mostly naked. I am thinking… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Cole,” I said, “do you think I’m lovable?” “As in ‘cuddly and’?” “As in ‘able to be loved,’” I said. Cole’s gaze… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
