This new world was a vicious, sleek world made of street lights and tight jeans, sharp smiles and fast cars. This was… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Inside the house, I turned on the kitchen light, revealing the photographs stuck every which way all over the cabinets, and then… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
There was something unbearably sexy about cars at night, Ronan thought. The way the fenders twisted the light and reflected the road,… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Once upon a time, this moment - this last light of the evening the day before the race - was the best… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
The walls of the arch are covered with blood-red jellies that wink and glisten at me by the light of the moon.… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I smiled at the stacks, inhaling again. Hundreds of thousands of pages that had never been turned, waiting for me. The shelves… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Without turning on the light, I went to my bed and lay down, my arm thrown across the mattress, my hand aching… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
There was no sun; there was no light. I was dying. I couldn't remember what the sky looked like. But I didn't… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Flickering lights anonymous doors my heart escaping in drips i'm still waking up but she's still sleeping this ICU is hotel for… — 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