Tell me what it's like. The race." "What it's like is a battle. A mess of horses and men and blood. The… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I could still smell her on my fur. It clung to me, a memory of another world. I was drunk with it,… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
sloughing my skin / escaping it's grip / stripped of my wit / it hurts to be me . — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
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
I touched my lips to hers again, and this time, it was a very different sort of kiss. It was six years’… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I want you." Feeling the grip of his hand in mine, the brush of skin on mine, seeing the way he moved… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
You’re my change of skin / my summer-winter-fall / I spring to follow you / this loss is beautiful. — 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
In some parallel universe, there was a Gansey who could tell Blue that he found the ten inches of her bare calves… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Peeling off my skin / leaving just my eyes behind / You see inside my head / Still know that you are mine. — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Adam was in the dream, too; he traced the tangled pattern of ink with his finger. He said, "Scio quid hoc est."… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Sean reaches out between us and takes my wrist. He press his thumb on my pulse. My heartbeat trips and surges against… — 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
