“The poor are sad they're poor, Adam had once mused, and turns out the rich are sad they're rich.” — 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
“Somewhere close bye, a man is moaning; he's been trampled or thrown or bitten. He sounds resentful or surprised. Did no one… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“It wasn't that he expected to see the dead. All of the sources said that church watchers had to possess the second… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“What did you see?” Blue asked. “How did he die?” Neeve didn’t take her eyes off Maura. “I saw him. And then… — 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
“Gansey blinked, slower. The take-out dinner smell had gone away and all that remained was the heavy, pleasant smell of growing things.… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Ronan, taking in Blue’s posture and Gansey below, observed, “If you spit, Blue, it would land right in his eye.” Gansey moved… — 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
“Here was a thing Beatriz wanted: to devote time to understanding how a butterfly was similar to a galaxy. Here was a… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“She's the only thing that's make my life worth living and if that's all I get, a few months, a few days,… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“What care is it of yours,” Gansey asked, “what I think of Orla?” Blue held his gaze, unflinching. Crisp, she replied, “None… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Then Gansey said, very slowly, “Ronan, you’re never going to talk to Jane like that again.” Both Adam and Blue stared at… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“I had done something wrong. I shouldn't have shown him. But he had known, hadn't he? What had I done? I retreated… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
