You’re my change of skin / my summer-winter-fall / I spring to follow you / this loss is beautiful. — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
His lips tasted cool and sharp, peppermint, winter, but his hands, soft on the back of my neck, promised long days and… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
and i am a boy waiting-for the heat and fruitfulness of summer,waiting to see who will walk out of those woods for… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
When Ronan thought of Gansey, he thought of moving into Monmouth Manufacturing, of nights spent in companionable insomnia, of a summer searching… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
As always, there was an all-American war hero look to him, coded in his tousled brown hair, his summer-narrowed hazel eyes, 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
This summer-sweet night is only one minute upon one minute upon another Beautiful cacophony, sugar upon lips, dancing to exhaustion I thought… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I fell for her in summer, my lovely summer girl, From summer she is made, my lovely summer girl, I’d love to… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
He slouched back in his seat, looking tired, and leaned his face on his shoulder to look at me while he played… — 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