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Some time later, after Noah had discreetly disappeared, Declan's Volvo glided up, as quiet as the Pig was loud. Ronan said, "Move up, move up" to Blue until she scooted the passenger seat far enough for him to clamber behind it into the backseat. He hurriedly sprawled back in the seat, throwing one jean-covered leg over the top of Adam's and laying his head in a posture of thoughtless abandon. By the time Declan arrived at the driver's side window, Ronan looked as if he had been asleep for days."Lucky I was able to get away," Declan said. He peered into the car, eyes passing over Blue and snagging on Ronan in the backseat. His gaze followed his brother's leg to where it rested on top of Adam's, and his expression tightened."Thanks, D," Gansey said easily. With no effort, he pushed open the door, forcing Declan back without seeming to. He moved the conversation to the region of the front fender. It became a battle of genial smiles and deliberate hand gestures. By Maggie Stiefvater Declan Noah Volvo Pig Move

He was clearly related to Declan: same nose, same dark eyebrows, same phenomenal teeth. But there was a carefully cultivated sense of danger to this Lynch brother. This was not a rattlesnake hidden in the grass, but a deadly coral snake striped with warning colors. Everything about him was a warning: If this snake bit you, you had no one to blame but yourself. By Maggie Stiefvater Declan Nose Eyebrows Teeth Related

In the darkness, he is invisible, but I can still feel him beside me. Sometimes you don't have to see something to know it is there. By Maggie Stiefvater Darkness Invisible Feel

It was weird to hear Grace this way. It was weird to be here, sitting in my car with her best friend when Grace was home, needing me for once. It was weird to want to tell her that we didn't need to go to the studio until things calmed down. But I couldn't tell her no. I physically couldn't say it to her. Hearing her like this ... she was a different thing than I'd ever seen her be, and I felt some dangerous and lovely future whispering secrets in my ear. I said, "I wish it were Sunday, too.""I don't want to be alone tonight," Grace said.Something in my heart twinged. I closed my eyes for a moment and opened them again. I thought about sneaking over myself; I thought about telling her to sneak out. I imagined lying in my bedroom beneath my paper cranes, with the warm shape of her tucked against me, not having to worry about hiding in the morning, just having her with me on our terms, and I ached and ached some more with the force of wanting it. I echoed, "I miss you, too. By Maggie Stiefvater Grace Weird Hear Thought Ached

You seem to have an extremely large bag today, Mr. Lynch," Whelk said."You know what they say about men with large bags," Ronan replied. "Ostendes tuum et ostendam meus?""Gansey had no idea what Ronan had just said, but he was certain from Ronan's smirk that it wasn't entirely polite.Whelk's expression confirmed Gansey's suspicion, but he merely rapped on Ronan's desk with his knuckles and moved off."Being a shit in Latin isn't the way to an A," Gansey said.Ronan's smile was golden. "It was last year. By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Lynch Whelk Large Gansey

Do you feel better?" I asked Sam as he opened the door to the Volkswagen for me."Yes," he said. He was still a terrible liar."Good," I said. I was still a fantastic one. By Maggie Stiefvater Feel Good Sam Volkswagen Liar

Blue opened and closed her chilly fists. The top edges of her fingerless gloves were fraying; she'd done a bad job knitting them last year, but they had a certain trashy chic to them. If she hadn't been so vain, Blue could've worn the boring but functional gloves she'd been given for Christmas. But she was vain, so instead she had her fraying fingerless gloves, infinitely cooler though also colder , and no one to see them but Neeve and the dead. By Maggie Stiefvater Blue Fists Gloves Opened Closed

Once upon a time, I was very shy and you wouldn't even see me in a room. Then, when I was 16, I made the conscious decision to not be afraid of anything - this was about the time I picked up the bagpipes too - and my life pretty much changed forever. By Maggie Stiefvater Room Time Shy Forever Made

Grace: Outside, deep in the woods, I heard a long keening wail, and then another, as the wolves began to howl. More voices pitched in, some low and mournful, others high and short, an eerie and beautiful chorus. I knew my wolf's howl; his rich tone sang out above others as if begging me to hear it.My heart ached inside me, torn between wanting them to stop and wishing they would go on for ever. I imagined myself there among them in the golden woods, watching them tilt their heads back and howl underneath a sky of endless stars. I blinked a tear away, feeling foolish and miserable, but I didn't go to sleep until every wolf had fallen silent. By Maggie Stiefvater Grace Deep Wail Howl Woods

It was funny, the Gray Man thought, how humorous she always appeared, how that smile was always just a moment away from her lips. You really didn't see the sadness or the longing unless you already knew it was there. But that was the trick, wasn't it? Everyone had their disappointment and their baggage; only, some people carried it in their inside pockets and not on their backs. And here was the other trick: Maura was not faking her happiness. She was both very happy and very sad. By Maggie Stiefvater Gray Man Funny Thought Appeared

Tell me what to wish for," I say. "Tell me what to ask the sea for.""To be happy. Happiness."I close my eyes. My mind is full of Corr, of the ocean, of Puck Connelly's lips on mine. "I don't think such a thing is had on Thisby. And if it is, I don't know how you would keep it." ... Puck's voice is in my ear; her breath warms my neck inside my jacket collar. "You whisper to it. What it needs to hear. Isn't that what you said? By Maggie Stiefvater Puck Corr Thisby Connelly For

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, it's more than I've ever hoped for. Do you really think God would forgive me for the blood on my hands, even if my soul was free? I'm going to hell no matter what happens. Let me have my pathetic hopeless love while I can. Just let me pretend it will turn out all right. By Maggie Stiefvater Months Days Thing Make Life

Don't tell me that. I've lived in hell for the past thousand years. I spent a thousand years wishing I'd never been born. She's the only thing that's made my life worth living and if that's all I get, a few months with her- a few days, it's more than I've ever hoped for. Do you really think God would forgive me for the blood on my hands, even if my soul was free? I'm going to hell no matter what happens. Let me have my pathetic hopeless love while I can. Just- let me pretend it will turn out alright. By Maggie Stiefvater Thousand Years Hell God Lived

Standing up on her wobbly legs, Blue began to use all of the protective visualizations she'd been taught by her mother. She imagined herself inside an unbreakable glass ball; she could see out, but no on could touch her.She imagined white light piercing the stormy clouds, the roof, the darkness of Noah, finding Blue, armoring her.Then she pulled the plug on the battery that was Blue Sargent.The room went still. The papers settled. The light flickered once more and then strengthened. By Maggie Stiefvater Blue Standing Legs Mother Wobbly

This time of year, I live and breathe the beach. My cheeks feel raw with the wind throwing sand against them. My thighs sting from the friction ofthe saddle. My arms ache from holding up two thousand pounds of horse. I have forgotten what it is like to be warm and what a full night's sleep feels like and what my name sounds like spoken instead of shouted across yards of sand.I am so, so alive. By Maggie Stiefvater Year Beach Time Live Breathe

Oh, hey," Kavinsky sneered. "His eyes found Blue and Gansey. "It's Daddy. Dick, thats a strangely hetero partner you have there tonight. Lynch having performance issues? By Maggie Stiefvater Hey Kavinsky Sneered Gansey Dick

When Dove moves up from a canter to a gallop, sometimes the only way I can tell the difference is because her hooves pound a four-time rhythm instead of a three. But when Corr moves into a gallop, it's as if it's a gait that's just been invented, something so much faster than all the others that it should be called something else ... Each stride feels like it takes us a mile. We'll run out of island before he runs out of speed. We're giants, on his back. By Maggie Stiefvater Dove Gallop Moves Canter Difference

As I pulled aside the linen curtain to the back room, I heard the front door open again. If it was Christina returning to make a second effort at my leggings, I was going to be forced to get loud, and I didn't like getting loud.But it wasn't Christina I heard at the front of the store.Instead, a very familiar voice said, "No, no, I'm looking for something very particular. Oh, wait, I just saw it."I turned around.Cole St. Clair smiled lazily at me.I gave so many damns at once that it actually hurt. By Maggie Stiefvater Heard Front Christina Room Pulled

What?" he asked in a low voice."You looked like you spent your last joy bill."He hissed, "What does that even mean?""I don't know. I was just trying it out.""Well, it doesn't work. It doesn't make sense. And anyway, I've got plenty of joy bills. Loads."Helen said, "What's happening there on your phone?""A very small joy debit."His older sister's smile shone brightly. "You see, it does work. Now, did you or did you not need to get out of that room?"Gansey inclined his head in slight acknowledgment. Gansey siblings knew each other well."You're so welcome," Helen said. "Let me know if you need me to write a joy check.""I really don't think it works. By Maggie Stiefvater Joy Helen Voice Bill Hissed

You can be just friends with people, you know," Orla said. "I think it's crazy how you're in love with all those raven boys."Orla wasn't wrong, of course. But what she didn't realize about Blue and her boys was that they were all in love with one another. She was no less obsessed with them than they were with her, or one another, analyzing every conversation and gesture, drawing out every joke into a longer and longer running gag, spending each moment either with one another or thinking about when next they would be with one another. Blue was perfectly aware that it was possible to have a friendship that wasn't all-encompassing, that wasn't blinding, deafening, maddening, quickening. It was just that now that she'd had this kind, she didn't want the other. By Maggie Stiefvater Orla People Love Friends Blue

Jeong. You never say the word, but you live it anyway. I will be honest, I did not expect to find it in a guy such as yourself. It's like we've met each other before. No, not really. We are friends at once, we would instantly do what friends would do for each other. Not just pals. Friends. Blood brothers. You just feel it. We instead of you and me. That's jeong. By Maggie Stiefvater Friends Jeong Word Live Honest

I see the pricks of blood the spear has left in his shoulder, and when Mutt slides the door shut, I spring on to Mutt and press my little switchblade to his great bulging neck. I can see his skin sucking in with his pulse. My knife lies right next to it. "I thought you said to beat you on the sand," Mutt says. corr slams the wall of his stall with his hooves. My voice hisses out through a cage of my teeth. "I also said ten drops of your blood for every drop of his." I want a pool of his blood around him like the one beneath Edana. I want him to lie against this wall and whimper like she does.I want him to know he'll never stand again. I want him to remember David Prince's death mask as he wears it for himself. By Maggie Stiefvater Mutt Shoulder Shut Neck Pricks

Her voice was so melancholy that Gansey was struck all at once by what he and Blue really lost by keeping their relationship a secret. Blue radiated psychic energy for others, but touch was where she gained hers back. She was always hugging her mother or holding Noah's hand or linking her elbow in Adam's or resting her boots on Ronan's legs as they sat on the sofa. Touching Gansey's neck just between his hair and his collar. This worry in her tone demanded fingers braided together, arms on shoulders, cheeks rested against chests. But because Gansey was too cowardly to tell Adam about falling in love with her, she had to stand there with her sadness by herself. Aurora took Blue's hand. By Maggie Stiefvater Blue Gansey Secret Adam Voice

Listening to him tell the story now, it was clear to Adam that Glendower was more than a historical figure to Gansey. He was everything Gansey wished he could be: wise and brave, sure of his path, touched by the supernatural, respected by all, survived by his legacy. By Maggie Stiefvater Adam Glendower Gansey Listening Story

Persephone said, "What an unpleasant young man."Calla let the curtains drift shut. She remarked, "I got his license plate number.""I hope he never finds what he's looking for," Maura said.Retrieving her two cards from the table, Persephone said, a little regretfully, "He's trying awfully hard. I rather think he'll find something."Maura whirled toward Blue. "Blue, if you ever see that man again, you just walk the other way.""No," Calla corrected. "Kick him in the nuts. Then run the other way. By Maggie Stiefvater Persephone Calla Maura Blue Man

I folded my hands back on my desk, and as I did, I saw Paul's slanted handwriting standing out against my blocky, square printing on my skin. He'd managed to find room to squeeze in the words females hurt my brain on my left hand. I raised an eyebrow at him and he gave me a look like, well it's true, isn't it? By Maggie Stiefvater Paul Desk Blocky Square Skin

Leaving helps, sometimes. And it's not always a for ever goodbye. There's leaving and coming back. By Maggie Stiefvater Leaving Goodbye Back Coming

Noah crouched over Gansey's body. He said, for the last time, 'You will live because of Glendower. Someone else on the ley line is dying when they should not, and so you will live when you should not.'Gansey died.'Goodbye,' Noah said. 'Don't throw it away.'He quietly slid from time. By Maggie Stiefvater Noah Gansey Body Goodbye Glendower

She hugged him and said, "Flowers and ravens," because she wanted him to know she remembered.Then she hugged Matthew and said, "My love," because he was her favorite.She said nothing at all to Declan, because he wasn't there. By Maggie Stiefvater Flowers Declan Hugged Matthew Ravens

Please just tell me where you are.His heart hurt with the wanting of it, the hurt no less painful fro being difficult to explain. By Maggie Stiefvater Explain Hurt Arehis Heart Wanting

He waited just a moment longer, giving them the opportunity to fill the space, to exceed expectation.They did not. Adam had set the bar at precisely the height they could jump and no higher. By Maggie Stiefvater Longer Giving Space Waited Moment

And so you know what I did with those sad things? I put them in boxes. I put the sad things in the boxes in my head, and I closed them up and I put tape on them and I stacked them up in the corner and threw a blanket over them.""Braintape? By Maggie Stiefvater Put Sad Things Boxes Braintape

As always, there was an all-American war hero look to him, coded in his tousled brown hair, his summer-narrowed hazel eyes, the straight nose that ancient Anglo-Saxons had graciously passed on to him. Everything about him suggested valor and power and a firm handshake. By Maggie Stiefvater Coded Hair Eyes Allamerican War

Look, there's no nice way to ask this, so I'm just going to put it out there: Do you think you might grow out of the crazy any time soon? Because I have a lot of questions about my father, and my mother's missing, and trying to do crime scene via sing-along is starting to stress me out.""You begin to sound like your princeling, little lily," Gwenllian said. "And I'm not sure that's your place. Which is to say, carry on. I'm all for ranks of usurping women. By Maggie Stiefvater Nice Put Grow Crazy Time

I could still smell her on my fur. It clung to me, a memory of another world.I was drunk with it, with the scent of her. I'd got too close.The smell of summer on her skin, the half-recalled cadence of her voice, the sensation of her fingers on my fur. Every bit of me sang with the memory of her closeness.Too close.I couldn't stay away. By Maggie Stiefvater Fur Smell Memory Clung Worldi

But Adam lingered for a moment after he cast off the covers and stood. Here he was, waking in the Lynch home, wearing last night's clothing that still smelled of smoke from the grill, having overslept the weight class he had this morning by a magnitude of hours. His mouth remembered Ronan Lynch's. By Maggie Stiefvater Adam Stood Lynch Lingered Moment

Whether they'll write the story of my life as a tragedy or an epic fantasy ... I was wondering if it was going to be a kiss at the end, or sad music and a sweeping camera shot over the fields I once roamed freely. I'm hoping for the kiss, but expecting the sweeping camera shot. By Maggie Stiefvater Fantasy Camera Write Story Life

I am alone in the world, and yet not alone enough to make each hour holy. I am lowly in this world, and yet not lowly enough for me to be just a thing to you, dark and shrewd. I want my will and I want to go with my will as it moves towards action. By Maggie Stiefvater World Holy Make Hour Lowly

It was this: this moment and no other moment, and for the first time that Gansey could remember, he knew what it would feel like to be present in his own life. By Maggie Stiefvater Gansey Remember Life Moment Time

I'm not following him because this is home, and everywhere else isn't. By Maggie Stiefvater Home

He dreaded the supermarket line chitchat. He waited until the postal service lady had knocked on the door, left the package, and gotten in her vehicle to open his door. His dog dying had been bad, I could tell, but the worst part for him had been trying to figure out how to handle the pity of the vet assistants. By Maggie Stiefvater Chitchat Door Dreaded Supermarket Line

Because you have no survival instinct, Grace. You're like a tank, you just chug alongI hadn't been expecting that. My voice was brittle. "I would say that by virtue of your not acting parental up to this point, you've relinquished your abiblity to wield any power now. Sam and I are together. It's not an option."Mom threw her hands up as if trying to stop the Grace-tank from running over her. "Okay. Fine. Just be careful, okay? Whatever. I'm going to get a drink." And just like that her parental engergies were expendede. By Maggie Stiefvater Grace Instinct Survival Parental Mom

He'd only been gone two seconds, but the room got brighter when they were together, as if they were two elements that became brilliant in proximity. At Sam's clumsy efforts to carry the vacuum, Grace smiled a new smile that I thought only he ever got, and he shot her a withering look full of the sort of subtext you could only get from a lot of conversations whispered after dark.It made me think of Isabel, back at her house. We didn't have what Sam and Grace had. We weren't even close to having it. I didn't think what we had could get to this, even if you gave it a thousand years. By Maggie Stiefvater Proximity Sam Grace Room Brighter

She nodded, or rocked, or both. "It's a stable number, three. Fives and sevens are good, too, but three is the best. Things are always growing to three or shrinking to three. Best to start there. Two is a terrible number. Two is for rivalry and fighting and murder." "Or marriage," Adam said, thinking. "Same thing," Persephone replied. By Maggie Stiefvater Nodded Rocked Number Adam Persephone

Don't fucking swear," Ronan said. By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Swear Fucking

Sean looks at me then, his eyes bright, in a way that makes me feel out of sorts. I glare back. By Maggie Stiefvater Sean Bright Sorts Eyes Makes

She watched his throat move, and then, he reached out and touched her face. "You sure are pretty," he said. "It's the stone," she replied immediately. Her skin felt warm; his fingertip touched just the very edge of her mouth. "It's flattering." Adam gently pulled the stone out of her hand and a set it on the floorboards between them. Through his ingers he threaded one of the flyaway hairs by her cheek. "My mother used to say, 'Don't throw compliments away, so long as they're free." HIs face was very earnest. "That one wasn't mean tho cost you anything, Blue." Blue plucked at the hem on her dress, but she didn't look away from him. "I don't know what to say when you say things like that." "You can tell me if you want me to keep saying them." She was torn by the desire to encourage him and the fear of where it would lead. "I like when you say things like that." Adam asked, "But what?" "I didn't say but." "You meant to. I heard it. By Maggie Stiefvater Move Watched Throat Reached Touched

Because you have only known me for like fourteen seconds and seven of those were us making out and you still know more about me than all of my friends in this stupid place. By Maggie Stiefvater Place Fourteen Making Friends Stupid

Okay," Maura said from the doorway, rubbing her forehead with her fingers. "There are a few things going on here, obviously. Someone just tried to kill you." This was to Gansey. "You two are telling me that your friend was killed by the man who just tried to kill him." This was to Ronan and Adam. "You three are telling me that Neeve had a phone call with the man who killed your friend and just now tried to kill Gansey." This was to Blue, Persephone, and Calla. "And you're telling me that you've had nothing to do with him since that phone call. By Maggie Stiefvater Maura Gansey Telling Kill Doorway

From Ronan's room, he heard Noah's laugh. He and Ronan were throwing various objects from the second-story window to the parking low below. There was a terrific crash.Ronan's voice rose, exasperated. Not that one, Noah. By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Room Laugh Noah Heard

You're like me. We're not really like the others. [ ... ] We're really better in our own company, Persephone said. It makes it hard sometimes, for others, when they can't understand us. By Maggie Stiefvater Persephone Company Makes Hard Understand

What's your name?""My name is that of all women," the woman replied. "Sorrow. By Maggie Stiefvater Sorrow Women Replied Woman

You're the nicest boy ever,", I told him, feeling undeserving and terrible. "You didn't have to get me anything. I like thinking about you thinking about me when I'm not around. By Maggie Stiefvater Feeling Terrible Nicest Boy Told

I had a weird, empty feeling inside me. Not a bad sort of empty. It was a sort of lack of sensation, like being in pain for a long time and then suddenly realizing that you're not anymore. It was the feeling of having risked everything to be here with a boy and then realizing that he was exactly what I wanted. Being a picture and then finding I was really a puzzle piece, once I found the piece that was supposed to fit beside me. By Maggie Stiefvater Empty Weird Inside Sort Feeling

The stars winked through the beech leaves. She'd read that new stars tended to form in pairs. Binary stars, orbiting in close proximity, only becoming single stars when their partner was smashed off them by another pair of wildly spinning new stars. If she pretended hard enough, she could see the multitude of pairs clinging to each other in the destructive and creative gravity of their constellations. By Maggie Stiefvater Stars Leaves Winked Beech Pairs

Overhead, the stars were wheeling and infinite, a complicated mobile made by giants. They pulled me amongst them, into space and memories. By Maggie Stiefvater Overhead Infinite Giants Stars Wheeling

Unlike Ronan, Adam's Aglionby jumper was second-hand, but he'd taken great care to be certain it was impeccable. He was slim and tall, with dusty hair unevenly cropped above a fine-boned, tanned face. He was a sepia photograph. By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Adam Aglionby Unlike Secondhand

Not like this. At least you have a place to go. 'End of the world' ... What is your problem, Adam? I mean, is there something about my place that's too repugnant for you to imagine living there? Why is it that everything kind I do is pity to you? Everything is charity. Well, here it is: I'm sick of tiptoeing around your principles.""God, I'm sick of your condescension, Gansey," Adam said. "Don't try to make me feel stupid. Who whips out repugnant? Don't pretend you're not trying to make me feel stupid.""This is the way I talk. I'm sorry your father never taught you the meaning of repugnant. He was too busy smashing your head against the wall of your trailer while you apologized for being alive."Both of them stopped breathing.Gansey knew he'd gone too far. It was too far, too late, too much. By Maggie Stiefvater Adam Repugnant Place End Sick

In Ronan's hand, the mask was as thin as a sheet of paper, still warm from Adam's gasped breaths. Orphan Girl buried her face in his side, her body shaking with sobs. Her tiny voice was muffled: "Tollerere me a hic, tollerere me a hic ... "Take me away from here, take me away from here. By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Adam Tollerere Hand Paper

There were many versions of Gansey, but this one had been rare since the introduction of Adam's taming presence. It was also Ronan's favorite. It was the opposite of Gansey's most public face, which was pure control enclosed in a paper-thin wrapper of academia. But this version of Gansey was Gansey the boy. This was the Gansey who bought the Camaro, the Gansey who asked Ronan to teach him to fight, the Gansey who contained every wild spark so that it wouldn't show up in other versions. Was it the shield beneath the lake that had unleashed it? Orla's orange bikini? The bashed-up remains of his rebuilt Henrietta and the fake IDs they'd returned to? Ronan didn't really care. All that mattered was that something had struck the match, and Gansey was burning. By Maggie Stiefvater Gansey Adam Ronan Presence Rare

It was the opposite of Gansey's most public face, which was pure control enclosed in a paper-thin wrapper of academia. By Maggie Stiefvater Gansey Face Academia Opposite Public

My mom first knew she was psychic because she saw the future in a dream," Blue said. "A dream, Ronan. It wasn't like she sacrificed a goat in the backyard to see it. She didn't try to see the future. It's not something she became; it's something she is. I could just as easily say that you're evil because you can take things from your dreams! By Maggie Stiefvater Blue Dream Ronan Mom Knew

What's happening here?" This last bit was hissed to Ronan and Noah. "Noah took a personal day.""I lost..." Noah struggled for words. "There wasn't air. It went away. The - the line!""The ley line?" Gansey asked.Noah nodded once, a sloppy thing that was sort of a shrug at the same time. "There was nothing ... left for me." Releasing Ronan, he shook out his hands. "You're welcome, man," Ronan snarled. He still couldn't feel his toes."Thanks. I didn't mean to ... you were there. Oh, the glitter.""Yes," Ronan replied crossly. "The glitter. By Maggie Stiefvater Noah Ronan Happening Line Bit

For a moment I just watch Sean wrap Corr's leg, watching how his shoulders move when they're not hidden by his jacket, how he tilts his head when he's involved in his work. He either hasn't noticed my arrival or he's pretending that he hasn't, and either's fine by me. There's something rewarding about watching a job done well, or at least a job done with everything you've got. I try to put my finger on how it is that Sean Kendrick seems so different to other people, what it is about him that makes him seem so intense and still at the same time, and I think, finally, that it's something about hesitation. Most people hesitate between steps or pause or are somehow uneven about the process. Whether that process is wrapping a leg or eating a sandwich or just living life. But with Sean, there's never a move he's not sure of, even if it means not moving at all. By Maggie Stiefvater Corr Sean Jacket Work Moment

My brain instantly traveled back to my parents' dining room table. I'd sat there every morning with my brain-storming notebook - my father's idea - and I would do my homework or write song lyrics or journal on something I'd seen on the news. That was back when I'd been sure I was going to change the world. By Maggie Stiefvater Table Brain Instantly Traveled Parents

I am standing here in the shed, and I'm waiting to see if my seeds are going to poke out ofthe dirt. I don't know if it's too early to look for signs of life or if, this time, winter has claimed my family for good. By Maggie Stiefvater Shed Dirt Standing Waiting Seeds

He slouched back in his seat, looking tired, and leaned his face on his shoulder to look at me while he played with my hair. He started to hum a song, and then, after a few bars, he sang it. Quietly, sort of half-sung, half-spoken, incredibly gentle. I didn't catch all the words, but it was about his summer girl. Me. Maybe his forever girl. His yellow eyes were half-lidded as he sang, and in that golden moment, hanging taut in the middle of an icecovered landscape like a single bubble of summer nectar, I could see how my life could be stretched out in front of me. By Maggie Stiefvater Seat Tired Hair Slouched Back

I crouched to look at the almond bark on the bottom shelf in the counter. I wasn't quite bold enough to look at either of them when I admitted, "Well, it was love at first sight." The girl sighed. "That is just so romantic. Do me a favor, and don't you two ever change. The world needs more love at first sight." Sam's voice was husky. "Do you want some of those, Grace?" Something in his voice, a catch, made me realize that my words had more of an effect on him than I'd intended. I wondered when the last time someone had told him they loved him was. That was a really sad thing to think about. By Maggie Stiefvater Counter Sight Crouched Almond Bark

Food," I suggested. "Sleep. That's what I need. To get the hell away from here."Cole frowned at me, as if I'd suggested "ducks" and "yoga". By Maggie Stiefvater Food Suggested Sleep Cole Ducks

Finn says, "No, ma'am," as he enters the shop, where he gets poked directly in the chest by the fertility goddess. I move a step backward so he can get away because the last thing I need is for Finn to suddenly decide to become fertile. By Maggie Stiefvater Maam Finn Shop Goddess Enters

It's not about fancy literary prizes. It's not about seeming impenetrable or smart or high fallutin. I'm not trying to impress anyone. I am trying to make you feel a story, that's all. By Maggie Stiefvater Prizes Fancy Literary Fallutin Impenetrable

There was more than one Cabeswater. Or more than one of whatever it was. How many? He didn't know. How alive was it? He didn't know that, either. Did it THINK, was it an alien, did it die, was it good, was it right? He didn't know. But he knew there was more than one, and this one stretched its fingers out as hard as it could to reach the other. The enormity of the enormity of the world grew and grew inside Adam, and he didn't know if he could hold it. He was just a boy. Was he meant to know this? They had transformed Henrietta already by waking this ley line and strengthening Cabeswater. What would a world look like with more forests woken all over it? Would it tear itself apart with crackling energy and magic, or was this a pendulum swing, a result of hundreds of years of sleep? How many kings slept? By Maggie Stiefvater Cabeswater Enormity Grew World Adam

From his father, Gansey had gotten a head for logic, an affection for research, and a trust fund the size of most state lotteries. From their father, the Lynch brothers had gotten indefatigable egos, a decade of obscure Irish music instrument lessons, and the ability to box like they meant it. Niall Lynch had not been around very much, but when he had been, he had been an excellent teacher. By Maggie Stiefvater Gansey Father Logic Research Lotteries

Holly asks, "Do you know what he'll say? You're so calm."I say, "I'm sick over it.""You don't look it."Corr can hold a thousand things in his heart and reveal only one of them on his face, like he did earlier today. He is so very like me.I let myself, for one brief moment, consider what Malvern may want to meet about. The thought stings inside me, a cold needle."Now you do," says Holly. By Maggie Stiefvater Holly Corr Malvern Calm Face

I walk through the seasons and always the birdsare singing and screaming and keening for loveWhen you're with me it seems so absurd that I should be jealous of the jay and the dove. By Maggie Stiefvater Dove Walk Seasons Birdsare Singing

Ronan, tell me now if I have to leash you, because I will," Gansey said. Ronan immediately scoffed, but Gansey pointed at him. "I'm serious. This is not yours alone. If this is a tomb, someone has been buried here, and you're going to give that person respect. Do not. Make me. Ask you. Again. For that matter, if any of us thinks they won't be able to contain themselves going forward, I suggest we turn around and come back another day or the party in question waits out here." Ronan simmered. By Maggie Stiefvater Gansey Ronan Leash Scoffed Immediately

She loved all the wolves behind her house, but she loved one of them most of all.And this one loved her back. He loved her back so hard that even the things that weren't special about her became special: the way she tapped her pencil on her teeth, the off-key songs she sang in the shower, how when she kissed him he knew it meant for ever.Hers was a memory made up of snapshots: being dragged through the snow by a pack of wolves, first kiss tasting of oranges, saying goodbye behind a cracked windshield.A life made up of promises of what could be: the possibilities contained in a stack of college applications, the thrill of sleeping under a strange roof, the future that lay in Sam's smile.It was a life I didn't want to leave behind.It was a life I didn't want to forget.I wasn't done with it yet. There was so much more to say. By Maggie Stiefvater Loved Life Back Wolves House

The hard fact of friendship is that you need to make time for new friends by first stripping out the people who are using your energy in an unsatisfying way. You have to take that risk of being friendless to make room in your life for others who will be your new best friends By Maggie Stiefvater Make Friends Hard Fact Friendship

I'm always sure of what I do," he said. "Sometimes I was just never sure there was supposed to be a happy ending. By Maggie Stiefvater Ending Supposed Happy

Everything already in place: the retired hit man currently sleeping with Maura; his supernatural-obsessed ex-boss currently sleeping in Boston; the creepy entity buried in rocks beneath the ley line; the unfamiliar creatures crawling out of a cave mouth behind an abandoned farmhouse; the ley line's growing power; the magical sentient forest on the ley line; one boy's bargain with the magical forest; one boy's ability to dream things to life; one dead boy who refused to be laid to rest; one girl who supernaturally amplified 90 percent of the aforementioned list. By Maggie Stiefvater Ley Line Boy Sleeping Magical

Joseph Beringer ... dances around behind me singing some poorly rhymed and slightly dirty song about my [racing] odds at my skirts.'I don't even wear skirts,' I snap at him.'Especially,' he says, 'in my daydreams. By Maggie Stiefvater Beringer Joseph Racing Dances Odds

Aglionby Academy was the number one reason Blue had developed her two rules: One, stay away from boys because they were trouble. And two, stay away from Aglionby boys, because they were bastards. By Maggie Stiefvater Stay Academy Blue Rules Trouble

Matthew believed him; why shouldn't he? Ronan had never lied. By Maggie Stiefvater Matthew Believed Ronan Lied

I smiled at the stacks, inhaling again. Hundreds of thousands of pages that had never been turned, waiting for me. The shelves were a warm, blond wood, piled with spines of every color. Staff picks were arranged on tables, glossy covers reflecting the light back at me. Behind the little cubby where the cashier sat, ignoring us, stairs covered with rich burgundy carpet led up to the worlds unknown. 'I could just live here,' I said. By Maggie Stiefvater Stacks Inhaling Smiled Hundreds Turned

Beneath me, the bed tipped as Cole edged closer. I felt him lean over me. His breath, warm and measured, hit my cheek. Two breaths. Three. Four. I didn't know what I wanted. Then I heard him stop breathing, and a second later, I felt his lips on my mouth.It wasn't the sort of kiss I'd had with anyone before. This kiss was so soft it was like a memory of a kiss, so careful on my lips that it was like someone running his fingers along them. My mouth parted and stilled; it was so quiet, a whisper, not a shout. Cole's hand touched my neck, thumb pressed into the skin next to my jaw. It wasn't a touch that said I need more. It was a touch that said I want this.It was all completely soundless. I didn't think either of us was breathing.Cole sat back up, slowly, and I opened my eyes. His expression, as ever, was blank, the face he wore when something mattered.He said, That's how I would kiss you, if I loved you. By Maggie Stiefvater Kiss Beneath Closer Bed Tipped

Wake me up Wake me up, you said But I was sleeping, too I was dreaming But now Im waking up Still waking up I can see the sun By Maggie Stiefvater Wake Waking Sleeping Sun Dreaming

Gansey ... instead gave himself over to feeling sorry for himself, that he should have so many friends and yet feel so very alone. He felt it fell to him to comfort them, but never the other way around.As it should be, he thought, abruptly angry with himself. You've had it the easiest. What good is all your privilege, you soft, spoiled thing, if you can't stand on your own legs? By Maggie Stiefvater Gansey Thought Abruptly Gave Feeling

I missed the sound of her shuffling her homework while I listened to music on her bed. I missed the cold of her feet against my legs when she climbed into bed.I missed the shape of her shadow where it fell across the page of my book. I missed the smell of her hair and the sound of her breath and my Rilke on her nightstand and her wet towel thrown over the back of her desk chair. It felt like I should be sated after having a whole day with her, but it just made me miss her more. By Maggie Stiefvater Missed Sound Bed Shuffling Homework

You look like a puppy. Like I'm jingling my keys and you're jumping by the door waiting for your walk""Woof. By Maggie Stiefvater Woof Puppy Walk Jingling Keys

Tell me what to wish for." Tell me what to ask the sea for.""To be happy. Happiness.""I don't think such a thing is had on Thisby. And if it is, I don't know how you would keep it.""You whisper to it. What it needs to hear. Isn't that what you said?""That's what I said. What do I need to hear?""That tomorrow we'll rule the Scorpio Races as king and queen of Skarmouth and I'll save the house and you'll have your stallion. Dove will eat golden oats for the rest of her days and you will terrorize the races each year and people will come from every island in the world to find out how it is you get horses to listen to you. The piebald will carry Mutt Malvern into the sea and Gabriel will decide to stay on the island. I will have a farm and you will bring me bread for dinner.""That's what I needed to hear. By Maggie Stiefvater Hear Races Sea Thisby Island

It is possible to be in love with you just because of who you are. By Maggie Stiefvater Love

Mum said that I shouldn't be moved to do anything by someone with sweet words, but Tommy Falk doesn't seem to be trying to persuade me of anything, so I let his compliment slip down nice and easy. It's quite agreeable and I'd be happy enough with another. By Maggie Stiefvater Tommy Falk Mum Words Easy

I fell for her in summer, my lovely summer girl,From summer she is made, my lovely summer girl,I'd love to spend a winter with my lovely summer girl,But I'm never warm enough for my lovely summer girl,It's summer when she smiles, I'm laughing like a child,It's the summer of our lives; we'll contain it for a whileShe holds the heat, the breeze of summer in the circle of her handI'd be happy with this summer if it's all we ever had. By Maggie Stiefvater Summer Lovely Made Love Smiles

Mom called," Gansey said. "Do I want to meet the governor the weekend after next because it would be great if I did and did I want to bring my friends? No, Mother, I would in fact not like that. Helen will be there! Yes, Mother, I assumed so but hardly consider it a plus, as I am worried she will kidnap Adam. Fine, fine, you don't have to, I know you're busy but oh dot dot dot et cetera et cetera. Oh, By Maggie Stiefvater Gansey Mother Mom Called Dot

Then Whelk's mother had called and told Whelk that his father had been arrested for unethical business practices and income tax evasion. It turned out the company had been trading with war criminals, a fact his mother knew and Whelk had guessed, and the FBI had been watching for years. Overnight, the Whelks lost everything. It was in the papers the next day, the catastrophic crash of the Whelk family fortune. Both of Whelk's girlfriends left him. Well, the second one was technically Czerny's, so perhaps that didn't count. By Maggie Stiefvater Whelk Mother Evasion Called Told

I just don't - Ronan. My ears are bleeding!Ronan turned down the music. By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Bleeding Music Ears Turned

There was something wrong with me. The human body doesn't want to get hurt. We're programmed to feel squeamish at the sight of blood. Pain is a careful orchestration of chemical processes so that we keep our body alive. Studies have shown that people born with congenital analgesia the inability to feel pain bite off the tips of their tongues and scratch holes in their eyes and break bones. We are a wonder of checks and balances to keep running. The human body doesn't want to get hurt. There was something wrong with me, because sometimes I didn't care. There was something wrong with me, because sometimes I wanted it. We fear death; we fear the void; we scrabble to keep our pulses. I was the void. What are you afraid of? Nothing ... I wasn't meant to live, probably. This was why I was wired this way. Biology formed me and then took a look and wondered what the hell it was thinking and put in a mental fail-safe. In case of emergency pull cord. By Maggie Stiefvater Wrong Body Hurt Human Feel

Then I felt his breath on my ear as he said, voice barely audible, "'I am alone in the world, and yet not alone enough to make each hour holy. I am lowly in this world, and yet not lowly enough for me to be just a thing to you, dark and shrewd. I want my will and I want to go with my will as it moves towards action.'" He paused, long, the only sound his breath, a little ragged, before he went on, "'And I want, in those silent, somehow faltering times, to be with someone who knows, or else alone. I want to reflect everything about you, and I never want to be too blind or too ancient to keep your profound wavering image with me. I want to unfold. I don't want to be folded anywhere, because there, where I'm folded, I am a lie.'"I turned my face toward his voice, eyes still fast shut, and he put his mouth on mine. I felt his lips pull from mine slightly, just for a moment, and heard the rustle of the book laid gently on the floor, and then he wrapped his arms around me. By Maggie Stiefvater World Breath Audible Holy Ear

I'd been very annoyed, because she'd promised me one of Palsson's cinnamon twists, which sold out very quickly. I'm a bit ashamed to recall that I told Brian that if he died and kept me from my cinnamon twist, I'd spit on his grave. I don't know if he remembers it at all, since he'd seemed very focused on breathing through a cup made of his hands. I hope he doesn't, because my character's improved a lot since then. Nowadays I would've only thought the spitting part instead of saying it to his face. By Maggie Stiefvater Palsson Cinnamon Annoyed Quickly Twists

One tree resisted for longer than the others. She was the oldest, and had seen a demon before, and knew that sometimes it wasn't about saving yourself, it was about holding out for long enough until someone else could save you. So she held out, and stretched for the stars even as her roots were being dug away, and she held out, and she sang to other trees even as her trunk was rotting out, and she held out, and she dreamt of the sky even as she was unmade. By Maggie Stiefvater Held Resisted Longer Tree Trees

Images barraged him. Connections darted electric. Veins. Roots. Forked lightning. Tributaries. Branches. Vines snaked around trees, herds of animals, drops of water running together.I don't understand.Fingers twined together. Shoulder leaned on shoulder. Fist bumping fist. Hand dragging Adam up from the dirt.Cabeswater rifled madly through Adam's own memories and flashed them through his mind. It hurled images of Gansey, Ronan, Noah, and Blue so fast that Adam couldn't keep up with all of them.Then the grid of lightning blasted across the world, an illuminated grid of energy.Adam still did not understand, and then he did.There was more than one Cabeswater. Or more of whatever it was. By Maggie Stiefvater Adam Barraged Images Grid Lightning

It was this: Blue, teetering on the edge of offense, saying, I don't understand why you keep saying such awful things about Koreans. About yourself. And Henry saying, I will do it before anyone else can. It is the only way to not be angry all of the time. By Maggie Stiefvater Blue Koreans Teetering Offense Edge

Sean pushes up to his feet and stands there. I look at his dirty boots. Now I've offended him, I think. He says, "Other people have never been important to me, Kate Connolly. Puck Connolly." I tip my face up to look at him, finally. The blanket falls off my shoulders, and my hat, too, loosened by the wind. I can't read his expressionhis narrow eyes make it difficult. I say, "And now?" Kendrick reaches to turn up the collar on his jacket. He doesn't smile, but he's not as close to frowning as usual. "Thanks for the cake. By Maggie Stiefvater Sean Connolly Pushes Feet Stands

What were you thinking about? When I came in?""Being Sam," I said."What a nice thing to be," Grace said. And then she smiled, bigger and bigger, until I felt my expression mirror hers, our noses touching. By Maggie Stiefvater Sam Grace Thinking Bigger Said

I touched my lips to hers again, and this time, it was a very different sort of kiss. It was six years' worth of kissing, her lips coming to life under mine, tasting of orange and of desire. Her fingers ran through my sideburns and into my hair before linking around my neck, alive and cool on my warm skin. I was wild and tame and pulled into shreds and crushed into being all at once. For once in my human life, my mind didn't wander to compose a song lyric or store the moment for later reflection. For once in my life, I was here and nowhere else. -Sam By Maggie Stiefvater Lips Time Kiss Touched Sort

In the night, I've shrunk and everyone else on the island has grown. They're all nine feet tall and men and I'm four feet and a child. Dove, too, is a toy or possibly a dog as I lead her through the throngs of people. By Maggie Stiefvater Night Grown Shrunk Island Feet

And the third reason was that it suggested permanence. Blue had acquaintances at school, people she liked. But they weren't forever. While she was friendly with a lot of them, there was no one that she wanted to commit to for a lifetime. And she knew this was her fault. She'd never been any good at having casual friends. For Blue, there was family - which had never been about blood relation at 300 Fox Way - and then there was everyone else. When the boys came to her house, they stopped being everyone else. By Maggie Stiefvater Permanence Reason Suggested Blue School

Gansey thought of one hundred things that he could say to Adam about how it would be all right, how it was for the best, how Adam Parrish had been his own man before he'd met Gansey and there was no way he'd stop being his own man just by changing the roof over his head, how some days Gansey wished that he could be him, because Adam was so very real and true in a way that Gansey couldn't ever seem to be. But Gansey's words had somehow become unwitting weapons, and he didn't trust himself to not accidentally discharge them again. By Maggie Stiefvater Adam Gansey Parrish Man Head

As they scuffled in the grass, Adam closed his eyes and leaned his head back. He could nearly scry just like this. The quiet and the cold breeze on his throat would take him away and the dampness of his toes in his shoes and the scent of living creatures would keep him here. Within and without. He couldn't tell if he was letting himself idolize this place or Ronan, and he wasn't sure there was a difference.When he opened his eyes, he saw that Ronan was looking at him, as he had been looking at him for months. Adam looked back, as he had been looking back for months. By Maggie Stiefvater Adam Grass Back Ronan Scuffled

He's a pit bull," Adam said."I know some really nice pit bulls.""He's the kind of pit that makes the evening news. Gansey's trying to restrain him.""How noble. By Maggie Stiefvater Adam Pit Bull Said Bulls

Hey, pal, Matthew whispered. He was the only person who could get away with calling Ronan pal. Matthew Lynch was a bear of a boy, square and solid and earnest. His head was covered with soft, golden curls completely unlike any of his other family members. And in his case, the perfect Lynch teeth were framed by an easy, dimpled smile. He had two brands of smile: the one that was preceded by a shy dip of his chin, a dimple, and then BAM, smile. And the one that teased for a moment before BAM, an infectious laugh. Females of all ages called him adorable. Males of all ages called him buddy. Matthew failed at many more things than either of his older brothers, but unlike Declan or Ronan, he always tried his hardest.Ronan had dreamt one thousand nightmares about something happening to him. By Maggie Stiefvater Matthew Pal Hey Smile Whispered

The thing I was beginning to figure out about Sam and Grace, the thing about Sam not being able to function without her, was that that sort of love only worked when you were sure both people would always be around for each other. If one half of the equation left, or died, or was slightly less perfect in their love, it became the most tragic, pathetic story invented, laughable in its absurdity. Without Grace, Sam was a joke without a punch line. By Maggie Stiefvater Sam Thing Grace Love Beginning

Sam came around the side of the car and stopped dead when he saw me. "Oh my God, what is THAT?" I used my thumb and middle finger to flick the multicolored pom-pom on top of my head. "In my language, we call it a HAT. It keeps my ears warm." "Oh my God," Sam said again, and closed the distance between us. He cupped my face in his hands and studied me. "It's horribly cute." He kissed me, looked at the hat, and then he kissed me again. I vowed never to lose the pom-pom hat. By Maggie Stiefvater God Hat Sam Side Car

Are there any other missing persons living under your roof? Elvis? Jimmy Hoffa? Amelia Earhart? I'd just like full disclosure now, before we go any further. By Maggie Stiefvater Roof Elvis Missing Persons Living

She ran a finger along the back of his ear. It felt dangerous and thrilling, but not as dangerous and thrilling as it would have been to touch him while he was looking at her. By Maggie Stiefvater Ear Ran Finger Back Dangerous

All I had to see was his face. Unaware of an audience, lost in the repeated rhythm of the piano riff, lit by the evening, it was like all of Cole's armor had fallen off. This was not the aggressively handsome, cocky guy that I had met a few days ago. This was just a boy getting to know a tune. He looked young and uncertain and endearing, and I felt betrayed that he was somehow getting himself together when I couldn't.Somehow, he was yet again being honest, sharing another secret, when I didn't have anything I was willing to give in return. For once, I saw something in his eyes. I saw that he was feeling again, and that whatever he was feeling was hurting him.I wasn't ready to hurt. By Maggie Stiefvater Face Cole Feeling Unaware Audience

A secret is a strange thing. There are three kinds of secrets. One is the sort everyone knows about, the sort you need at least two people for. One to keep it. One to never know. The second is a harder kind of secret: one you keep from yourself. Every day, thousands of confessions are kept from their would-be confessors, none of these people knowing that their never-admitted secrets all boil down to the same three words: I am afraid. And then there is the third kind of secret, the most hidden kind. A secret no one knows about. Perhaps it was known once, but was taken to the grave. Or maybe it is a useless mystery, arcane and lonely, unfound because no one ever looked for it. By Maggie Stiefvater Secret Kind Thing Strange Sort

Like Blue, not the ley line, was the missing piece that he'd been needing all these years, like the search for Glendower wasn't truly underway until she was part of it. By Maggie Stiefvater Blue Glendower Line Years Ley

From the passenger seat, Ronan began to swear at Adam. It was a long, involved swear, using every forbidden word possible, often in compound-word form. As Adam stared at his lap, penitent, he mused that there was something musical about Ronan when he swore, a careful and loving precision to the way he fit the words together, a black-painted poetry. It was far less hateful sounding than when he didn't swear.Ronan finished with, "For the love of ... Parrish, take some care, this is not your mother's 1971 Honda Civic."Adam lifted his head and said, "They didn't start making the Civic until '73. By Maggie Stiefvater Adam Ronan Seat Swear Passenger

Amateur," Kavinsky said. "This is the way to dream back Gansey's balls for him." "Is this going to be a thing?" Ronan demanded. He was angry, but not as angry as he would've been before he started drinking. He put his fingers on the door handle, ready to get out. "Like, is this going to be what's funny to you? Because I don't want this that bad. I can figure it out myself." "Sure you can," Kavinsky said. He cocked a finger at him. "Give him that pen. Write him a little note with it. In fucking George Washington letters, 'Dear Dick, drive this, ex-oh-ex-oh. Ronan Lynch. By Maggie Stiefvater Amateur Kavinsky Gansey Ronan Angry

I gave her a look. "Rachel.""Grace, you have to admit this is pretty weird. Say it. You disappearing from the hospital and Olivia is - and Sam suddenly shows up with you and, well, the freaky hallucinogenic mushrooms are looking more and more realistic, especially when you start talking about wolves. Because next step is for Isabel Culpeper to show up saying that everybody's going to be abducted by aliens and I have to tell you,I can't take that in my fragile emotional state. I think that - "I sighed. "Rachel.""Fine," she said. She threw her bag in the backseat and climbed in after. By Maggie Stiefvater Rachel Grace Gave Fine Olivia

Time's not a line. It's a circle or a figure eight or a goddamn Slinky. If you can believe that, I don't know why you can't believe that someone might be able to glimpse something farther along the Slinky. By Maggie Stiefvater Slinky Time Line Circle Figure

Oh, it's good," Matthew said enthusiastically. It was not much of an endorsement. Matthew Lynch was a golden indiscriminate pit into which the world threw food. "It's real good. When I saw your phone number, I nearly shit myself! You could sell your phone, like, as new-in-box.""Don't fucking swear," Ronan said. By Maggie Stiefvater Matthew Enthusiastically Good Phone Lynch

Gansey had been rescued; Blue had been stranded.Mr Gansey saw it, though, and he caught the ball before it even hit the ground. "I would love to read something from you, Blue, on growing up in a house of psychics. You could go academic or you could go memoir, and either way, it would just be fascinating. You have such a distinct voice, even when speaking.""Oh yes, I noticed that, too, the Henrietta cadence," Mrs Gansey said warmly; they were excellent team players. Good save, point to the Ganseys, win for Team Good Feeling. By Maggie Stiefvater Blue Gansey Rescued Ground Strandedmr

It was just that there was something newly powerful about this assembled family in the car. They were all growing up and into each other like trees striving together for the sun. By Maggie Stiefvater Car Newly Powerful Assembled Family

He's going to die, this is going to hurt But she touched his neck, right where his hair was cut evenly above the collar of his shirt. He was very still. His skin was hot, and she could very, very faintly feel his pulse beneath her thumb. It wasn't like when she was with Adam. She didn't have to guess what to do with her hands. They knew. This was what it should have felt like with Adam. Less like playacting and more like a foregone conclusion.He closed his eyes and leaned, just a little, so that her palm was flat on his neck, fingers sprawled from his ear to his shoulder. By Maggie Stiefvater Adam Die Shirt Hurt Touched

But she touched his neck, right where his hair was cut evenly above the collar of his shirt. He was very still. His skin was hot, and she could very, very faintly feel his pulse beneath her thumb. It wasn't like when she was with Adam. She didn't have to guess what to do with her hands. They knew. This was what it should have felt like with Adam. Less like playacting and more like a foregone conclusion. By Maggie Stiefvater Adam Neck Shirt Touched Hair

Ronan's bedroom door burst open. Hanging on the door frame, Ronan leaned out to peer past Gansey. He was doing that thing where he looked like both the dangerous Ronan he was now and the cheerier Ronan he had been when Gansey first met him."Hold on," Gansey told Adam. Then, to Ronan: "Why would he be?""No reason. Just no reason." Ronan slammed his door.Gansey asked Adam, "Sorry. You still have that suit for the party?"Adam's response was buried in the sound of the second-story door falling open. Noah slouched in. In a wounded tone, he said, "He threw me out the window!"Ronan's voice sang out from behind his closed door: "You're already dead! By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Gansey Adam Door Reason

A great, spreading beech tree sheltered the entire backyard. Its beautiful, perfectly symmetrical canopy stretched from one fence line to the other, so dense that it tinted even the hottest summer day a lush green. Only the heaviest rain could penetrate the leaves. Blue had a satchelful of memories of standing by the massive, smooth trunk in the rain, hearing it hiss and tap and scatter across the canopy without ever reaching the ground. Standing under the beech tree, it felt like she was the beech, like the rain rolled off her leaves and off the bark, smooth as skin against her own. With By Maggie Stiefvater Beech Rain Great Spreading Backyard

What sort of exploring?" Shielding his eyes, Adam lifted his eyes to the sky. He thought he could hear Gansey coming. "Mountains. How do you feel about helicopters?" There was a long pause. "How do you mean? Ethically? By Maggie Stiefvater Exploring Adam Mountains Eyes Sort

Want and need were words that got eaten smaller and smaller: Freedom, autonomy, a perennial bank balance, a stainless-steel condo in a dustless city, a silky black car, to make out with Blue, eight hours of sleep, a cell phone, a bed, to kiss Blue just once, a blister-less heel, bacon for breakfast, to hold Blue's hand, one hour of sleep, toilet paper, deodorant, a soda, a minute to close his eyes.What do you want, Adam?To feel awake when my eyes are open. By Maggie Stiefvater Blue Sleep Freedom Adam Smaller

In the end, it was such a simple, small thing. He had felt flashes of it before in his life, the absolute certainty. But the truth was that he'd kept walking away from it. It was a far more terrifying idea to imagine how much control he really had over how his life turned out. Easier to believe that he was a gallant ship tossed by fate than to captain it himself. By Maggie Stiefvater End Simple Small Thing Life

Blue pointed to a chair beneath the fake Tiffany lamp. "Sit.""I'd rather stand."She made a neat rack of teeth at the Gray Man. "Sit."The Gray Man sat. He glanced over his shoulder, back down the hall, then back to her. He had those bright, active eyes that Dobermans and blue jays had."No one's going to murder you here." She handed him a glass of water. "That's not poisoned.""Thanks." He set it doen but didn't drink it. "My only intentions right now are to ask her to dinner. By Maggie Stiefvater Sit Tiffany Gray Man Lamp

As the black wasp landed on his wrist, he told himself not to slap it. It stung him. "Bitch!" he said, and swung the wine bottle at it. Another wasp joined the first. Greenmantle shook his arm, dislodging it, but a third flew at him. A fourth, a fifth, a hallway-full of them. They were all over him. He was wearing a beautiful jacket, and boxers, and wasps. By Maggie Stiefvater Wrist Black Landed Told Slap

As the hours crept by, the afternoon sunlight bleached all the books on the shelves to pale, gilded versions of themselves and warmed the paper and ink inside the covers so that the smell of unread words hung in the air. By Maggie Stiefvater Pale Gilded Air Hours Crept

The throw truck driver and car-lot owner stood there, peering at us. Hier voice came through, muffled by the glass. 'You find what you're looking for?' Grace reached across and rolled down the window. She was talking to him but looking at me, gaze intense, when she said, 'Absolutely. By Maggie Stiefvater Peering Throw Truck Driver Carlot

One day a wolf bit a man and the man caught it. Magic or science, it's all the same. The only thing magical about it is that we can't explain it." ~Sam By Maggie Stiefvater Man Day Wolf Bit Caught

Once upon a time I would've leaped at the rare opportunity of curling up with Mom on the couch. But now it sort of felt like too little too late. I had someone else waiting for me. By Maggie Stiefvater Mom Couch Time Leaped Rare

You're like a song I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew untill I heard it again By Maggie Stiefvater Heard Song Kid Forgot Knew

Really, Rachel looked like a sun, bright and exuding energy, holding us two moons in a parallel orbit by the sheer force of her will. By Maggie Stiefvater Rachel Sun Bright Energy Holding

Sam reached his hand toward mine and I automatically put my fingers in his. With a guilty little smile he pulled my hand toward his nose and took a sniff and then another one. His smile widened though it was still shy. It was absolutely adorable and my breath got caught somewhere in my throat. By Maggie Stiefvater Hand Sam Reached Mine Automatically

I stood on my toes and stole a soft kiss from his lips. "Surprise attack," I said.Sam leaned down and kissed me back, his mouth lingering on mine, teeth grazing my lower lip, making me shiver. "Surprise attack back.""Sneaky," I said, my voice breathier than I intended. By Maggie Stiefvater Surprise Stood Toes Stole Soft

It's easy to say why I love coming to Chicago for my signings, because I still remember the very first time I came to Chicago, right before 'Shiver' came out. I remember I was so struck by the feel of the city, how wide open it felt, even with these massive buildings all around me. The parks and green spaces are incredible. By Maggie Stiefvater Chicago Shiver Signings Remember Easy

I would like to say that I was inspired to write 'Shiver' by some overwhelming belief in true love, but here's my true confession: I wrote 'Shiver' because I like to make people cry. By Maggie Stiefvater Shiver True Write Love Confession

His yellow eyes gazed at me possessively I wondered if he realized that the way he looked at me was far more intimate than copping a feel could ever be. By Maggie Stiefvater Yellow Eyes Gazed Possessively Wondered

For a second, he was still, blinking. Then he shook off all the blankets and coats so that his arms were free and he wrapped them around me as tightly as he could. I felt him shuddering, shuddering against me as he buried his face in my hair. I said, uselessly, "Sam, don't go." Sam cupped my face in his hands and looked me in the eyes. His eyes were yellow, sad, wolf, mine. "These stay the same. Remember that when you look at me. Remember it's me. Please."" - Grace and Sam (Shiver) By Maggie Stiefvater Blinking Sam Face Shuddering Remember

I remembered the pain as clearly as if I were shifting - the pain of loss. I felt the agony of the single moment that I lost myself. Lost what made me Sam. The part of me that could remember Grace's name. By Maggie Stiefvater Pain Shifting Loss Remembered Lost

Sam:"Okay, what words would you use then?" I leaned back in the seat, thinking, as Sam looked at me doubtfully. He was right to look doubtful. My head didn't work with words very well- at least not in this abstract, descriptive sort of way.Grace:"Sensitive" I tried.Sam translated: "Squishy"Grace:"Creative"Sam:"Dangerously emo"Grace:"Thoughtful"Sam:"Feng shui."I laughed so hard I snorted.Grace:"How did you get feng shui out of thoughtful?"Sam:"You know, because in feng shui, you arrange funiture and plants and stuff in thoughtful ways. By Maggie Stiefvater Sam Grace Feng Thoughtful Words

I just looked at her, feeling utterly empty. I didn't know what I was supposed to say to her. My life is in that bed. Please let me stay. By Maggie Stiefvater Feeling Empty Looked Utterly Bed

Her eyes on my eyes. I was tearing apart, inside and outside. Her life.My life. By Maggie Stiefvater Eyes Inside Life Tearing Lifemy

Long after the other voices had dropped away, Sam kept howling, very soft and slow.When he finally fell silent, the night felt dead. Sitting was intolerable. I stood up, paced, clenched and unclenched my hands into fists. Finally I took the guitar that Sam had played and I screamed and smashed it into pieces on Dad's desk. By Maggie Stiefvater Long Howling Silent Dead Sam

Tuesdays were my favorite day. I don't remember why-it was just something about the way that u looked like when it was next to e that seemed very friendly. By Maggie Stiefvater Tuesdays Day Favorite Friendly Remember

You're beautiful and sad, just like your eyes. By Maggie Stiefvater Sad Eyes Beautiful

The trees called to me, urging me to abandon what I knew and vanish into the oncoming night. It was a desire that had been tugging me with disconcerting frequency these days. By Maggie Stiefvater Urging Night Trees Called Abandon

Did you just tell that man you went potty on yourself?""You. Shut. Up,"I hissed back furiously and chucked the scrubs at his head. "Hurry up before they find out I didn't wet myself. You seriously owe me. By Maggie Stiefvater Man Potty Shut Hurry Head

Did you know you get one happy day for every one you catch? ... One happy day for every falling leaf you catch -sam By Maggie Stiefvater Catch Happy Day Sam Falling

It wasn't that I didn't understand Jeremy getting a new band while I was missing/dead/etc. I was sure I would have done the same thing in his position. Well, I would have started one, not joined one, because I don't really like team sports unless I've invented both the team and the sport. By Maggie Stiefvater Jeremy Dead Missing Understand Band

Demon's coming! Everyone dies. Except for her useless father. He'll live for ever. By Maggie Stiefvater Demon Coming Dies Father Useless

I settled on the floor and whispered to Sam, "I want you to listen to me, if you can." I leaned the side of my face against his ruff and remembered the golden wood he had shown me so long ago. I remembered the way the yellow leaves, the color of Sam's eyes, fluttered and twisted, crashing butterflies, on their way to the ground. The slender white trunks of the birches, creamy and smooth as human skin. I remembered Sam standing in the middle of the wood, his arms stretched out, a dark, solid form in the dream of the trees. His coming to me, me punching his chest, the soft kiss. I remembered every kiss we'd ever had, and I remembered every time I'd curled in his human arms. I remembered the soft warmth of his breath on the back of my neck while we slept.I remembered Sam. By Maggie Stiefvater Remembered Sam Settled Floor Whispered

Blue thought about what Gansey had said, about being wealthy in love. And she thought about Adam, still collapsed on their sofa downstairs. If he had no one to wrap their arms around him when he was sad, could he be forgiven for letting his anger lead him? By Maggie Stiefvater Gansey Blue Love Thought Wealthy

It could kill you, Maura said.Then there was the awkward moment that arrives when two thirds of the people in the room know that the other third is supposed to die in fewer than nine months, and the person who is meant to die is not one of the ones in the know. By Maggie Stiefvater Die Maura Months Kill Saidthen

Now, I was a fan of the simple pleasures in life: grilled cheese sandwiches without black flecks on the crust, jeans that didn't pinch the better parts of me, an inch of vodka, ten to twelve hours of sleep. - Cole St Clair, Forever. By Maggie Stiefvater Life Grilled Crust Jeans Vodka

Nuala shot me a hard look. Shut up. I don't think love has anything to do with how the other person is. I mean, maybe a little. I think what really matters is you yourself. Like, you know, let's say you lo- really liked a self-involved ass. That doesn't matter. What matters is how that ass makes you feel. If you feel like the best person in the world when you're with him, that's what makes you like him. It really isn't about how nice of a person he is at all. By Maggie Stiefvater Nuala Person Shot Hard Matters

In the end, Cole St. Clair had done what he did best. Disappeared. By Maggie Stiefvater Cole Clair Disappeared End

Poor bastards," Cole said, his gaze still on the stars. "They must get pretty tired of watching us make the same damn mistakes all the time. By Maggie Stiefvater Cole Poor Bastards Stars Gaze

I can't change the way I'm made. I'm a performer, a singer, a werewolf, a sinner. By Maggie Stiefvater Made Change Performer Singer Werewolf

I came back because I had to. Because there was nothing wrong in the world except that I was getting older in it. Because Sam and Grace had told me I should go if that was what Iwanted.What I wanted was:I wanted.Isabel - By Maggie Stiefvater Back Sam Grace Wrong World

Luck," Jeremy scoffed softly. "There's no luck.""Then what?""Your feet take you where you need to be."I thought about this. "My feet have taken me to some pretty rough places.""That was your dick, dragging your feet along with. By Maggie Stiefvater Jeremy Luck Softly Feet Scoffed

It sure is ugly.""Ugly, never hurt a thing." I scoffed. "Oh, ugly has hurt some things. It's just that pretty hurts more. By Maggie Stiefvater Ugly Ugly Hurt Thing Things

I gather/You hunt/We both miss the trap By Maggie Stiefvater Gather Hunt Trap Miss

You want to talk? Fine. Talk. Tell me something you've never told anybody else.'I thought for a moment. 'Turtles have the second-largest brains of any animal on the planet.' It took Isabel only a second to process this. 'No, they don't.' 'I know that's why I've never told anybody that before. By Maggie Stiefvater Talk Told Fine Turtles Isabel

Da.-Cole st. Clair By Maggie Stiefvater Cole Clair

Internet: What do you want for your birthday?Virtual Cole: to stay young foreverCole texted me: Actually I want you By Maggie Stiefvater Internet Virtual Cole Birthday Stay

Holding tight, denying the fact that eventually we all had to let go. By Maggie Stiefvater Holding Tight Denying Fact Eventually

You're assuming they would listen to me," I said.Cole lifted his hands off the roof of the Volkswagen; cloudy fingerprints evaporated seconds ater he did. "We all listen to you, Sam." He jumped to the pavement. "You just don't always talk to us. By Maggie Stiefvater Volkswagen Cloudy Listen Sam Assuming

After an hour, "Gasoline Love" was sounding more like "Turpentine Disinterest. By Maggie Stiefvater Gasoline Love Turpentine Disinterest Hour

When you're in a band, you spend the first four hundred thousand years of your career dragging around your own crap. Your speakers, speaker stands, mixing head, mics, pickups, power cables, mic cables, speaker cables, instruments, the everything. You forget something, you're screwed. You break something, you're screwed. You don't have a long enough extension cord? Screwed.Once you hit it big, though You're packing your shit into a late-model Mustang and a pickup truck and hoping you didn't forget anything. By Maggie Stiefvater Cables Band Crap Screwed Speaker

Cole," I said, "Don't lose this number. By Maggie Stiefvater Cole Number Lose

You just can't wait to get out of your head, can you?""if you were in here you might want that too. By Maggie Stiefvater Head Wait

I didn't tell her the first part, which was this: Once upon a time, before being a new wolf tied up in the back of a Tahoe, before Club Josephine, before NARKOTIKA, there was a boy named Cole St. Clair, and he could do anything. And the weight of that possibility was so unbearable that he crushed himself before it had a chance to. By Maggie Stiefvater Tahoe Josephine Narkotika Clair Club

I started down but Sam caught my arm and knelt down himself to look. "For crying out loud," he said. "It's a racoon." "Poor thing," I said. "It could be a rabid baby-killer," Cole told me primly. "Shut up," Sam said pleasantly. By Maggie Stiefvater Sam Started Caught Arm Knelt

Cole rested his temple on the window, his eyes cast toward the cloudless sky. "I'm trying," he said finally. "I'm trying and it doesn't matter to anyone. I'm always going to be him.""Who?""Cole St. Clair."It seemed on the surface like a stupid thing to say, but I knew exactly what he meant. I knew just how it felt when your worst fear was that you would be yourself. By Maggie Stiefvater Cole Window Sky Rested Temple

It was like when you had been unhappy and didn't know it until you weren't anymore. By Maggie Stiefvater Anymore Unhappy

And there, far ahead of me, running by the side of the road, a human. The low sun stretched his shadow out one hundred times taller than him. Cole St. Clair, running alongside the wolves, side-stepping debris on the roadside every so often and sometimes jumping the ditch for a few strides and then back again. He held his arms out for balance as he leaped, unself-conscious, like a boy. There was something so fiercely big about the gesture of Cole running with the wolves that it made the last thing I said to him ring in my ears. By Maggie Stiefvater Running Road Human Ahead Side

It's not about the landing. It's about the flying. By Maggie Stiefvater Landing Flying

Jimi, Orla's mother, was as tall as Orla, but several times wider. She had all of Orla's grace, too, which was to say that she knocked her hips into every piece of furniture in Blue's room. Every time she did, she said things like "mother lover!" and "fasten it all." They sounded worse than real swear words. By Maggie Stiefvater Orla Jimi Wider Tall Mother

World of words lost on the living / I take my place with the walking dead /Robbed of my voice I'm always giving /Thousands of words to this nameless dread. By Maggie Stiefvater Robbed Thousands Words World Living

She jumped off my bed and shoved my stack of books over; thousands of words crashed onto the floor. By Maggie Stiefvater Thousands Floor Jumped Bed Shoved

Where the hell is Ronan? Gansey asked, echoing the words that thousands of humans had uttered since mankind developed speech. By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Hell Gansey Asked Echoing

And when she's fragile like this, she's a little lost bird looking for ts nest. So i give her my wing to hide under. By Maggie Stiefvater Nest Fragile Lost Bird Give

Did you get Mom a birthday present?" Helen asked."Yes," Gansey replied. "Myself.""The gift that keeps on giving.""I don't think that minor children are required to get gifts for their parents. I'm a dependent. That's the definition of dependent, is it not?""You, a dependent!" his sister said, and laughed. "You haven't been a dependent since you were four. You went straight from kindergarten to old man with a studio apartment. By Maggie Stiefvater Mom Dependent Present Gansey Birthday

Henry shuffled the jewelled insect back out of his pocket. It amber heart warmed light through the pit again. "Back in the lab, of course, as father dear tries to copy it with nonmagical parts. My mother told me to keep this one to remind me of what I am.""And what is that?"The bee illuminated both itself and Henry: its translucent wings, Henry's wickedly cut eyebrows."Something more. By Maggie Stiefvater Henry Pocket Back Shuffled Jewelled

This must have been the side that Sam slept on when he snuck in here, because I recognized his scent. How ballsy he had been to come here night after night, just to be with Grace. I imagined him lying right here, Grace next to him. I had seen them kiss before - the way that Sam's hands pressed on Grace's back when he thought no one would see and the way that the hardness of Grace's face disappeared entirely when he did. It was easy to picture them lying together here, kissing, tangled. Sharing breath, lips pressed urgently against necks and shoulders and fingertips. I felt hungry suddenly, for something that I didn't have and couldn't name. It made me think of Cole's hand on my collarbone and how his breath had been so hot in my mouth, and suddenly I was sure that I was going to call him or find him tomorrow if such a thing was possible. By Maggie Stiefvater Grace Sam Scent Side Slept

My words are unerring tools ofdestruction, and I've come unequipped with the ability to disarm them. By Maggie Stiefvater Ofdestruction Words Unerring Tools Unequipped

It'll get easier, Paolo said.But I knew that. That was the worst part. The worst part was that eventually you forgot about the people you loved. The dead ones and the ones who raised you and the ones you wanted to be with at the end of the day. By Maggie Stiefvater Paolo Easier Worst Saidbut Knew

After everything I'd lived through, I was not going to be reduced to a one-sentence definition. By Maggie Stiefvater Definition Lived Reduced Onesentence

Blue asked, "Professor Malory, would you like some tea?"Malory looked relieved. "I would love a cup of tea.""Do you prefer, er, fruity or footy?" she asked. "If you were to have one or another in tea form?"He considered. "Footy.""Bold choice," Blue said. "Anyone else? By Maggie Stiefvater Malory Professor Asked Blue Relieved

Sometimes, some rare times, a secret stays undiscovered because it is something too big for the mind to hold. It is too strange, too vast, too terrifying to contemplate. All of us have secrets in our lives. We're keepers or kept from, players or played. By Maggie Stiefvater Times Hold Rare Stays Undiscovered

One moment, she was wearing clothing, and the next moment, she was wearing a bikini. Fifty percent of the world was brown skin and fifty percent was orange nylon. From the Mona Lisa smile on Orla's lips, it was clear she was pleased to finally be allowed to demonstrate her true talents.A tiny part of Gansey's brain said: You have been staring for too long. The larger part of his brain said: ORANGE. By Maggie Stiefvater Moment Wearing Clothing Bikini Orange

I was surfing the Internet for a different sort of education. I surfed for photos of circus freaks and synonyms for the word intercourse and for answers to why staring at the stars in the evening tore my heart with longing. By Maggie Stiefvater Internet Education Surfing Sort Longing

Blue." It was Ronan's voice, for the first time, and everyone, even Helen, twisted their head towards him. His head was cocked in a way that Gansey recognized as dangerous. Something in his eyes was sharp as he stared at Blue. He asked, "Do you know Gansey?" ... Blue looked defensive under their stares. She said reluctantly. "Only his name." With his fingers loosely together, elbows on his knees, Ronan leaned forward across Adam to be closer to Blue. He could be unbelievably threatening. "And how is it," he asked," you came to know Gansey's name? By Maggie Stiefvater Gansey Blue Helen Ronan Asked

What if I implement a no-pets policy at the apartment?" "Well, hell, man," Ronan replied, with a savage smile, "you can't just throw out Noah like that. By Maggie Stiefvater Apartment Hell Man Ronan Implement

Why are you telling me?" Maura asked. "Why is your face so red?""Because you're my mother. Because you're an authority figure. Because you're supposed to inform people of your travel plans when you're hiking on dangerous trails. This is what my face always looks like. By Maggie Stiefvater Telling Face Maura Asked Red

His feelings for Adam were an oil spill; he'd let them overflow and now there wasn't a damn place in the ocean that wouldn't catch fire if he dropped a match. By Maggie Stiefvater Adam Spill Match Feelings Oil

Adam and Ronan lurked in the hall, eavesdropping, too cowardly to face Calla's wrath. By Maggie Stiefvater Eavesdropping Ronan Calla Adam Hall

It was a room just for music.I realized I couldn't remember the last time I'd sung.I couldn't remember the last time I'd missed it.I touched the edge of the piano; the smooth finish was cold beneath my fingertips. Somehow, right now, with the chill evening pressing in against the windows, waiting to change my skin, I was more human than I had been in a long time. By Maggie Stiefvater Remember Time Piano Fingertips Room

[I]t was the knowledge that I was surrounded by adults with lives that I could never imagine living. It was the humming noise inside me that told me to do something and found nothing to do that meant anything, the bit of me that was like a fly smashing itself again and again on a windowpane. It was the futility of aging ... It was the realization that this was life, and I didn't belong here. By Maggie Stiefvater Living Knowledge Surrounded Adults Lives

At Adam's fine cheekbones, his furrowed fair eyebrows, his beautiful hands, everything washed out by the furious light. He had memorized the shape of Adam's hands in particular: the way his thumb jutted awkwardly, boyishly; the roads of the prominent veins; the large knuckles that punctuated his long fingers. In dreams Ronan put them to his mouth. His feelings for Adam were an oil spill; he'd let them overflow and now there wasn't a damn place in the ocean that wouldn't catch fire if he dropped a match. Chainsaw By Maggie Stiefvater Adam Hands Cheekbones Eyebrows Light

I slowly wipe my bloody hand a crossed my jacket and draw my switch blade from my pocket. I show it to him. Mutt regards it with contempt. "How is it you're thinking you'll stop e with that wee thing?" The blade snaps out audibly. Mutt would not be the largest thing to die on the slender point of it. "I don't think I'll stop you," I say. "I think that you will cut my horse and then when you come out of that stall, I will use this to cut your heart out and hand it to you. By Maggie Stiefvater Pocket Slowly Wipe Bloody Crossed

Where did you say you found that bird again?""In my head." Ronan's laugh was a sharp jackal cry."Dangerous place," commented Noah.Ronan stumbled, all his edges blunted by alcohol, and the raven in his hands let out a feeble sound more percussive than vocal. He replied, "Not for Chainsaw."Back out in the hard spring night, Gansey tipped his head back. Now that he knew that Ronan was all right, he could see that Henrietta after dark was a beautiful place, a patchwork town embroidered with black tree branches.A raven, of all the birds for Ronan to turn up with.Gansey didn't believe in coincidences. By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Place Dangerous Found Back

Sam just told me to tell you that the most important thingis to not do what you did to them on the episode.""That won't happen," I replied, "because I doubt they'llleave the keys in the car again. Wish me luck. By Maggie Stiefvater Sam Episode Happen Replied Told

I found it.""People find pennies," Gansey replied. "Or car keys. Or four-leaf clovers.""And ravens," Ronan said. "You're just jealous 'cause" - at this point, he had to stop to regroup his beer-sluggish thoughts - "you didn't find one, too. By Maggie Stiefvater People Gansey Pennies Replied Found

Noah had wandered down the aisle, but now he gleefully returned with a snow globe. He stood behind Ronan until he pushed off the shelf to admire the atrocity. "Glitter," whispered Noah reverentially, giving it a shake. By Maggie Stiefvater Aisle Globe Noah Glitter Wandered

He ordered Ronan to put on some terrible musicRonan was always too happy to oblige in this departmentand then he abused the Camaro at every stoplight on the way out of town. "Put your back into it!" Gansey shouted breathlessly. He was talking to himself, of course, or to the gearbox. "Don't let it smell fear on you!" Blue wailed each time the engine revved up, but not unhappily. Noah played the drums on the back of Ronan's headrest. Adam, for his part, was not wild, but he did his best not to appear unwild, so as not to ruin it for the others. By Maggie Stiefvater Camaro Put Town Ronan Ordered

In a low voice, Blue asked meaningfully, "Seen enough?" "Of - oh, Orla?" "Yeah." The question annoyed him. It judged him, and in this case, he didn't feel he'd done anything to deserve it. He was not Blue's business, not in that way. "What care is it of yours," he asked, "what I think of Orla?" This felt dangerous, for some reason. He possibly shouldn't have asked it. In retrospect, it wasn't the question itself at fault. It was the way that he'd asked it. His thoughts had been far away, and he hadn't been minding how he looked on the outside, and now, too late, he heard the dip of his own words. How the inflection seemed to contain a dare. Come on, Gansey, he thought. Don't ruin things. Blue held his gaze, unflinching. Crisp, she replied, "None at all." And it was a lie. By Maggie Stiefvater Asked Blue Orla Voice Meaningfully

Blue, largely against her will, glanced to the booth he pointed to. Three boys sat at it: one was smudgy, just as he said, with a rumpled, faded look about his person, like his body had been laundered too many times. The one who'd hit the light was handsome and his head was shaved; a soldier in a war where the enemy was everyone else. And the third was -- elegant. It was not the right word for him, but it was close. He was fine boned and a little fragile looking, with blue eyes pretty enough for a girl. By Maggie Stiefvater Largely Glanced Booth Pointed Blue

I know you have your own life, his mother said to his voicemail. I was just hoping to be part of it for a few hours. By Maggie Stiefvater Life Voicemail Mother Hours Hoping

That is what you said! You think you can just pay me to talk to your friend? Clearly you pay most of your female companions by the hour and don't know how it works with the real world, but ... but.." Blue remembered that she was working to a point, but not what that point was. Indignation had eliminated all higher functions and all that remained was the desire to slap him. The boy opened his mouth to protest, and her thought came back to her all in a rush. "Most girls, when they're interested in a guy, will sit them with for free . By Maggie Stiefvater Pay Point Friend Talk But

Don't take this the wrong way," Blue replied. Her cheeks felt a little warm, but she was well into this conversation and she couldn't back down now. "Because I know you're going to think I feel bad about it, and I don't." "All right." "Because I'm not pretty. Not in the way Aglionby boys seem to lie." "I go to Aglionby," Adam said. Adam did not seem to go to Aglinoby like other boys went to Aglionby. "I think you're pretty," he said. By Maggie Stiefvater Blue Aglionby Replied Adam Wrong

Is everything all right?" asked the woman across from him. Gansey blinked at her. "Oh, yes, thank you."There were no circumstances under which he would've answered that question in any other way. Possibly if he'd discovered a family member had died. Possibly if one of his limbs had been separated from his body.Possibly. By Maggie Stiefvater Asked Possibly Woman Gansey You

How unfair she'd been to assume love and money would preclude pain and hardship. By Maggie Stiefvater Hardship Unfair Assume Love Money

Cole kissed me.. It was the sort of kiss that would take a long time to recover from. You could take each of our kisses, from the very first moment we'd met and put them on a slide in a microscope, and I was pretty sure what you'd find. Even an expert would see nothing on the first one, and then on the next one, the start of something - mostly outnumbered, easily destroyed - and then more and more until finally this one, something that even the untrained eye could spot. Evidence that we'd probably never be cured of each other, but we might be able to keep it from killing us. By Maggie Stiefvater Cole Kissed Sort Kiss Long

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 nurse. "Yes. Absolutely. I'll be right back."[ ... ]"Thanks," I mumbled. "I'll just change here. He's not looking at anything at the moment." I gestured toward Sam, who was looking convincingly sedated. The nurse vanished through the curtains. Sam eye's flashed open again, distinctly amused.He whispered, "Did you just tell that man you went potty on yourself?""You.Shut.UP." I hissed back furiously. By Maggie Stiefvater Question Thinki Embarrassing Sam Nurse

Sensitive," I tried.Sam translated: "Squishy.""Creative.""Dangerously emo.""Thoughtful.""Feng shui."I laughed so hard I snorted. "How do you get feng shui out of 'thoughtful'?""You know, because in feng shui, you arrange furniture and plants and stuff in thoughtful ways." Sam shrugged. "To make you calm. Zenlike. Or something. I'm not one hundred percent sure how it all works, besides the thoughtful part. By Maggie Stiefvater Squishy Creative Thoughtful Dangerously Feng

'Misty of Chincoteague', 'The Black Stallion', the 'Saddle Club' books, I read 'em all. I was horse-crazy. By Maggie Stiefvater Books Misty Chincoteague Stallion Saddle

Ronan wasn't exactly sure why he was angry. Although Gansey had done nothing to invoke his ire, he was definitely part of the problem. Currently, he propped his cell between ear and shoulder as he eyed a pair of plastic plates printed with smiling tomatoes. His unbuttoned collar revealed a good bit of his collarbone. No one could deny that Gansey was a glorious portrait of youth, the well-tended product of a fortunate and moneyed pairing. Ordinarily, he was so polished that it was bearable, though, because he was clearly not the same species as Ronan's rough-and-ready family. But tonight, under the fluorescent lights of Dollar City, Gansey's hair was scuffed and his cargo shorts were a greasy ruin from mucking over the Pig. He was barelegged and sockless in his Top-Siders and very clearly a real human, an attainable human, and this, somehow, made Ronan want to smash his fist through a wall. By Maggie Stiefvater Gansey Ronan Angry Human Ire

Sean does the sweep of his eyes that he does, the one that goes from my head to my toes and back again and makes me feel that he's scanning the depths of my soul and teasing out my motivations and sins. It's worse than confession with Father Mooneyham. At the end of it, he says, If you help, this will go faster. By Maggie Stiefvater Sean Sins Sweep Eyes Head

Make sure the seaweed lies flat.''Okay.''Leave an inch below the knee.''Okay.''It's got to be loose enough to put a finger in the top.''Sean Kendrick.' I say it emphatically enough that the stallion's ears prick toward me. ( ... )Sean doesn't appear to be at all apologetic. 'I think you'd better let me do that after all.''You're the one who had me in here in the first place.' I say. 'Now I think it's you who doesn't trust me.''It's not just you,' He replies.I glower at him. 'Well, I'll tell you what. I'll hold him and you wrap. That way, when it's done wrong, there's only yourself to slap. And take your jacket. I'm tired of holding it. By Maggie Stiefvater Okay Kendrick Leave Sean Make

Everything mattered and nothing did, and I was tired of trying to find out how both of those things were true. I was an itch that I'd scratched so hard I was bleeding. I had set out to do the impossible, whatever the impossible might be, only to find out that it was living with myself. Suicide became an expiration date, the day after which I no longer had to try. By Maggie Stiefvater Find True Mattered Tired Things

The biggest mistake you can make is assuming that creativity will hit you all at once and the muse will carry you to the end of the book on feather wings while 'Foster the People' plays gently in the background. Storytelling is work. Pleasurable work, usually, but it is work. By Maggie Stiefvater Foster People Work Plays Background

Crashing into the trembling voidStretching my hand to youLosing myself to frigid regretIs this fragile loveA wayTo sayGood-bye By Maggie Stiefvater Crashing Saygoodbye Trembling Voidstretching Hand

Ronan and Declan Lynch were undeniably brothers, with the same dark brown hair and sharp nose, but Declan was solid where Ronan was brittle. Declan's wide jaw and smile said Vote for me while Ronan's buzzed head and thin mouth warned that this species was dangerous. By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Declan Lynch Brothers Nose

Avoiding a bathtub because your parents tried to kill you in one isn't the same as avoiding your entire life by becoming a wolf. By Maggie Stiefvater Wolf Avoiding Bathtub Parents Kill

Her expression is fierce and uncompromising, full of the intrepid bravery of a small boat in an uncertain sea. By Maggie Stiefvater Uncompromising Full Sea Expression Fierce

He rubbed the side of his face on the pillow. "Mmmmsoft," he remarked, then added, "One's your fault. The other one, you just happen to be there when it happens. Like, when you kiss him, POW, he gets hit by a bear. Totally not your fault. You shouldn't feel bad about that. It's not your bear. By Maggie Stiefvater Mmmmsoft Pillow Fault Pow Rubbed

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 conditions.?""Sometimes you do things like call me forty times a day and leave obscene voicemails and that's why I don't pick up.""Ridiculous. That doesn't sound like me. I'd never call an even number of times. By Maggie Stiefvater Asked Yes Call Pick Ridiculous

It's like scrying into that weird space. There's so much coming out of him, it shouldn't be possible. Do you remember that woman who came in who was pregnant with quadruplets? It was like that, but worse.""He's pregnant?" Blue asked. By Maggie Stiefvater Space Scrying Weird Pregnant Quadruplets

Of course, she could still walk away. She won't, he thought. She has to feel it, too. He said, " I've always liked the name Jane." Blue's eyes widened. "Jawhat? Oh! No, no, You can't go around naming people other things because you don't like their real name. "I like Blue just fine,"Gansey said. He didn't believe she was really offended; her face didn't look like it had at Nino's when they'd first met, and her ears were turning pink. He thought possibly, he was getting a little better at not offending her, although he couldn't seem to stop teasing her. "Some of my favorite shirts are blue. However, I also like Jane." "I'm not answering to that. By Maggie Stiefvater Jane Blue Walk Thought Jawhat

April days in Henrietta were quite often fair, tender things, coaxing sleeping trees to bud and love-mad ladybugs to beat against windowpanes. By Maggie Stiefvater Henrietta April Fair Tender Things

Descending the stairs from her room, I was tempted to go outside and find out if the shivering gut-wrench I'd felt as I came in really meant what I thought it did. But I stayed in the warmth of the house. I felt like I knew something about myself that I hadn't before, a bit of knowledge so new that if I became a wolf now, I might lose it and not remember it whenever I became Cole again.I wandered down the main stairs, mindful that her father was somewhere in the house's depths while Isabel stayed up in her tower alone.What would it be like, growing up in a house that looked like this? If I breathed too hard it would knock some decorative bowl off the wall or cause the perfectly arranged dried flowers to weep petals. Sure, my family had been affluent growing up - successful mad scientists generally are - but it never looked like this. Our lives had looked ... lived in. By Maggie Stiefvater House Looked Felt Descending Room

If one squinted into Cabeswater long enough, in the right way, one could see secrets dart between the trees. The shadows of horned animals that never appeared. The winking lights of another summer's fireflies. The rushing sound of many wings, the sound of a massive flock always out of sight. Magic. By Maggie Stiefvater Cabeswater Trees Squinted Long Secrets

It shouldn't have happened at all, but their friendship had been cemented in only the time it took to get to school that morning - Adam demonstrating how to fasten the Camaro's ground wire more securely, Gansey lifting Adam's bike halfway into the trunk so they could ride to school together, Adam confessing he worked at a mechanic's to put himself through Aglionby, and Gansey turning to the passenger seat and asking, What do you know about Welsh kings? By Maggie Stiefvater Adam Gansey School Aglionby Camaro

It didn't escape Blue that his slightly accented voice was as nice as his looks. It was all Henrietta sunset: hot front-porch swings and cold iced-tea glasses, cicadas louder than your thoughts. By Maggie Stiefvater Blue Escape Slightly Accented Voice

YOU TWO," roared Calla. Both Adam and Ronan winced. "Go to the store and get some supplies for her." Adam and Ronan exchanged a wide-eyed look. Adam's look said, What does that mean? and Ronan's said, I don't care; let's get out of here before she changes her mind. Gansey frowned after them as they scrambled to the front door. By Maggie Stiefvater Calla Ronan Adam Roared Winced

Taking risks is not being suicidal. Otherwise, skydivers need serious help. By Maggie Stiefvater Taking Suicidal Risks Skydivers

Today's goal was to dream something to keep Gansey safe in the case that he was stung again. Ronan had dreamt antidotes before, of course, EpiPens and cures, but the problem was that he wouldn't know if those worked until it was too late if they didn't. So now, better plan: a sheer armored skin. Something that would protect Gansey before he ever got hurt. Ronan By Maggie Stiefvater Today Gansey Goal Dream Safe

That doesn't make any sense.""Nothing makes any sense anymore. Like, why am I talking to you? Why am I telling you this when you don't care?"This question, at least, I knew the answer to. "But that's why you're telling me." I knew it was true. If we'd had the opportunity to deliver our confessions to anyone who actually cared about their contents, there was no way either of us would've opened our mouths. Sharing revelations is easier when it doesn't matter.She was quiet. I heard other girls' voices in the background, high, wordless streams of conversation, followed by the hiss of running water, and then silence again. "Okay," she said."Okay, what?" I asked."Okay, maybe you can call me. Sometime. Now you have my number."I didn't even have time to say bye before she hung up. By Maggie Stiefvater Make Makes Sense Anymore Sense

Don't stand behind a strange horse, don't look a strange dog in the eyes, don't rub a strange cat's belly, and for God's sake, don't let strange men handcuff you to your bed. By Maggie Stiefvater Strange God Horse Eyes Belly

They couldn't hurt Gansey. Nothing could hurt him; people who said money couldn't buy everything hadn't seen anyone as rich as the Aglionby boys. They were untouchable, immune to life's troubles. Only death couldn't be swiped away by a credit card. By Maggie Stiefvater Gansey Hurt Aglionby People Boys

I don't think I'd like to argue with you," I say. "I think it would be a very dissatisfying pastime. By Maggie Stiefvater Argue Pastime Dissatisfying

As the sun shines low and red across the water, I wade into the ocean. The water is still high and brown and murky with the memory of the storm, so if there's something below it, I won't know it. But that's part of this, the not knowing. The surrender to the possibilities beneath the surface. It wasn't the ocean that killed my father, in the end. The water is so cold that my feet go numb almost at once. I stretch my arms out to either side of me and close my eyes. I listen to the sound of water hitting water. The raucous cries of the terns and the guillemots in the rocks of the shore, the piercing, hoarse questions of the gulls above me. I smell seaweed and fish and the dusky scent of the nesting birds onshore. Salt coats my lips, crusts my eyelashes. I feel the cold press against my body. The sand shifts and sucks out from under my feet in the tide. I'm perfectly still. The sun is red behind my eyelids. The ocean will not shift me and the cold will not take me. By Maggie Stiefvater Water Ocean Cold Shines Low

What happened to your face?" Blue asked.Adam shrugged ruefully. Either he or Ronan smelled like a parking garage. His voice was self-deprecating. "Do you think it makes me look tougher?"What it did was make him look more fragile and dirty, somehow, like a teacup unearthed from the soil, but Blue didn't say that.Ronan said, "It makes you look like a loser.""Ronan," said Gansey."I need everyone to sit down!" shouted Maura. By Maggie Stiefvater Face Ronan Happened Blue Makes

What about us? Can i see you again? You can say no. You'd crush all my hopes and dreams, but it's an option. By Maggie Stiefvater Dreams Option Crush Hopes

This was a beautiful, old wood, all massive oak and ash trees finding footing among great slabs of cracked stone. Ferns sprang from rocks and verdant moss grew up the sides of the tree trunks. The air itself was scented with green and growing and water. The light was golden through the leaves. Everything was alive, alive. By Maggie Stiefvater Beautiful Wood Stone Massive Oak

The thorns thinned out and the trees grew taller and straighter, their branches not beginning until a few feet over our heads. The white, peeled bark of the birches looked buttery in the long, slanting afternoon light, and their leaves were a delicate gold. By Maggie Stiefvater Straighter Heads Thorns Thinned Trees

Do you know, it's really hard to be a parent. I blame it on Santa Claus. You spend so long making sure your kid doesn't know he's fake that you can't tell when you're supposed to stop.""Mom, I found you and Calla wrapping my presents when I was, like, six.""It was a metaphor, Blue.""A metaphor's supposed to clarify by providing an example. That didn't clarify.""Do you know what I mean or not?""What you mean is that you're sorry you didn't tell me about Butternut."Maura glowered at the door as if Calla stood behind it. "I wish you wouldn't call him that.""If you'd been the one to tell me about him, then I wouldn't be using what Calla told me.""Fair enough. By Maggie Stiefvater Calla Parent Hard Claus Supposed

Mum liked to say that some things happen for a reason, that sometimes obstacles were there to stop you from doing something stupid. By Maggie Stiefvater Mum Reason Stupid Things Happen

I didn't want to feel like I was the only person in the world who hated people. By Maggie Stiefvater People Feel Person World Hated

Something strange and chemical was happening to the Gray Man. Once, he'd been stabbed with a screwdriver - Phillips head, bright blue handle - and falling in love with Maura Sargent was exactly the same. By Maggie Stiefvater Man Gray Phillips Strange Chemical

She stands like she's trouble, and though her jagged haircut is trying too hard to tell me that she doesn't care what I think, the pugnacious set of her mouth tells me everything I need to know about why she got dropped out of all those schools. The hair is what tells me she needs help, all right, but her mouth tells me she doesn't need that much and she probably just needs time to work it out for herself. And I want, want, want to tell her not to sign the paperwork and to instead go out with me and live happily ever after in a tiny apartment in Baltimore because I always liked Baltimore and we could have two poodles, both shaved strangely to attract attention because I can see that's a big part of her, and pretty much eat take out spring rolls every night, because that's a big part of me. By Maggie Stiefvater Mouth Trouble Schools Baltimore Stands

When he kissed me, his lips soft and careful, it was all the thrill of our first kiss and all the practiced familiarity of the accumulated memory of all our kisses. By Maggie Stiefvater Careful Kisses Kissed Lips Soft

My wolf-sharpened sense of smell caught the scent of ice-cream cones, of asphalt, of churning ocean, of swirling beer, of first kisses and last kisses. By Maggie Stiefvater Kisses Cones Asphalt Ocean Beer

On top of lumpy tufts of valley grass. A semitruck roared by without pause; the Camaro rocked in its wake. On the other end of the phone, his roommate Ronan Lynch replied, By Maggie Stiefvater Grass Top Lumpy Tufts Valley

Gansey looked angry for approximately the length of time it took for a late butterfly to bluster by them in the autumn breeze. By Maggie Stiefvater Gansey Breeze Looked Angry Approximately

When Sean sees that I didn't hear him, he leans forward to my ear again. I can't think of the last time I was so close to another person. I can feel the rise and fall of his chest when he breathes. His words are warm in my By Maggie Stiefvater Sean Hear Leans Forward Ear

Gansey took a drink of his healing tea. Maura's chin jutted as she observed the lump of it heading down his throat. His face remained precisely the same and he said absolutely nothing, but after a moment, he made a gentle fist of his hand and thumped his breastbone. "What did you say that was good for?" he asked politely. His voice was a little odd until he cleared his throat. "General wellness," Maura said. "Also, it's supposed to manage dreams." "My dreams?" he asked. Maura raised a very knowing eyebrow. "Who else's would you be managing?" "Mm." "Also, it helps with legal matters." Gansey had been swallowing as much of his fancy coffee as he could possibly manage without breathing, but he stopped and put the bottle on the table with a clink. "Do I need help with legal matters?" Maura shrugged. "Ask a psychic. By Maggie Stiefvater Maura Tea Throat Drink Healing

Are you high? Why are you never wearing a shirt?""I sleep naked," Cole said. He put both milk and sugar in my coffee. "As the day goes on, I put on more and more clothing. You should've come over an hour ago. By Maggie Stiefvater High Cole Put Shirt Naked

He didn't like to see either of the women in his family disappointed; it ruined perfectly good meals. By Maggie Stiefvater Disappointed Meals Women Family Ruined

Actually," Gansey said, "I don't care about that." Every pair of eyes in the room was on him as he stood the card on its end to study it. "I mean, the cards are very interesting," he said. He said the cards are very interesting like someone would say this is very interesting to a very strange sort of cake that they didn't quite want to finish. "And I don't want to discount what you do. But I didn't really come here to have my future told to me. I'm quite okay with finding that out for myself." He cast a quick glance at Calla at this, obviously realizing that he was walking a fine line between "polite" and "Ronan. By Maggie Stiefvater Gansey Interesting Cards Care Ronan

There was quiet, and then Ronan said, "I better go feed the bird."But he looked down at the gearshift instead, eyes unfocused. He said, "I keep thinking about what would've happened if Whelk had shot Gansey today."Adam hadn't let himself dwell on that possibility. Every time his thoughts came close to touching on the near miss, it opened up something dark and sharp edged inside him. It was hard to remember what life at Aglionby had been like before Gansey. The distant memories seemed difficult, lonely, more populated with late nights where Adam sat on the steps of the doublewide, blinking tears tears out of his eyes and wondering why he bothered. He'd been younger then, only a little more than a year ago. "But he didn't. By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Quiet Bird Unfocused Gansey

I guess I make things that need energy stronger. I'm like a walking battery.""You're the table everyone wants at Starbucks," Gansey mused as he began to walk again.Blue blinked. "What?"Over his shoulder, Gansey said, "Next to the wall plug. By Maggie Stiefvater Gansey Stronger Guess Make Things

Blue had never believed in death until then. Not in a real way. It happened to other people, other families, in other places. It happened in hospitals or automobile crashes or battle zones. It happenednow she remembered Gansey's words outside Gwenllian's tombwith ceremony. With some announcement of itself. It didn't just happen in the attic on a sunny day while she was sitting in the reading room. It didn't just HAPPEN, in only a moment, an irreversible moment. It didn't happen to people she had always known. But it did. And there would now forever be two Blues: the Blue that was before, and the Blue that was after. The one who didn't believe, and the one who did. By Maggie Stiefvater Blue Happen Believed Death Happened

and a punch was a bigger act than a trespass By Maggie Stiefvater Trespass Punch Bigger Act

I hear one of my mares scream, and I turn long enough to flip open my bag and throw a handful of salt in her direction. She jerks her head up as some of it sprinkles her face; she's offended but not hurt ... I turn back to the sea, and the wind throws sand in my face, hard enough to offend but not to hurt. I smile a thin smile at the irony and turn up my collar. By Maggie Stiefvater Scream Direction Turn Face Hurt

YOU'RE A QUEER LITTLE THING," Jesse Dittley decided. "LIKE ONE OF THEM ANTS."She tipped her head back to look at him. "How do you reckon?""THEM ANTS THAT WAS ON THE TELEVISION. IN SOUTH AMERICA OR AFRICA OR INDIA. CARRY TEM TIMES THEIR OWN WEIGHT."Blue was flattered, but she said sternly, "All ants can carry ten times their own weight, can't they? Normal ants?""THSE DID BETTER THAN NORMAL ANTS. WISH I COULD REMEMBER HOW THEY DID BETTER. SO I COUDL TELL YOU.""Are you trying to say I'm a better sort of ant?"Jesse Dittley blustered. "DRINK YOUR WATER. By Maggie Stiefvater Thing Queer Jesse Ants Dittley

I didn't know how I could live with that knowledge, without it eating me up, without it poisoning every happy memory I had of growing up. Without it ruining everything Beck and I had.I didn't understand how someone could be both God and the devil. How the same person could destroy you and save you. When everything I was, good and bad, was knotted with threads of his making, how was I supposed to know whether to love or hate him? By Maggie Stiefvater Knowledge Live Eating Poisoning Happy

Gabe crouches over the radio, trying to get it to pick up one of the mainland music stations, which only works when the weather is just right and the appropriate slain sacrifices have been made. By Maggie Stiefvater Gabe Radio Stations Made Crouches

There is a little narrowing to his eyes at the end of it that makes me understand that this is a test. Whether or not I'm brave enough to go into the stall with Corr after yesterday morning, after I've had time to think about what happened. The thought of it makes my pulse trip. The question is not if I trust Corr. The question is if I trust Sean. By Maggie Stiefvater Test Corr Narrowing Eyes End

There are three big things going for The Scorpio Races: first, it is set on a beautiful but wild island in the middle of the cold Atlantic Ocean. That would've seduced me as a teen reader. Second, It is full of beautiful but killer horses being trained for a dangerous race. Actually, that would've seduced me as a teen reader as well. At third it involves a very repressed love story with a very Mr. Darcy-like love interest. By Maggie Stiefvater Ocean Scorpio Atlantic Beautiful Big

They bit you. You should've changed, too, you know.""Sometimes I wish I had," I told him.He closed his eyes, miles away on the other side of the bed. "Sometimes I do, too. By Maggie Stiefvater Bit Changed Know Eyes Miles

She rolled onto her back in the middle of the suddenly empty bed. Above her, the rafters glowed with the summer sun. Blue touched her mouth. It felt the same as it always did. Not at all like she had just gotten her first and last kiss. By Maggie Stiefvater Bed Rolled Back Middle Suddenly

Oh!" said the voice. "Well. How lovely to meet you. What did you say your name was? I'm Roger Malory." He was doing something extremely complicated with his r's that made him difficult to understand. "Blue. My name's Blue Sargent." "Blair?" "Blue." "Blaize?" Blue sighed. "Jane." "Oh, Jane! I thought that you were saying Blue for some reason. It's nice to meet you, Jane. By Maggie Stiefvater Jane Blue Voice Meet Malory

I nuzzled my face into his armpit. It smelled very Sam in there. By Maggie Stiefvater Armpit Nuzzled Face Sam Smelled

To think you could have been dreaming the cure for cancer," Blue said. "Look, Sargent," Ronan retorted, "I was gonna dream you some eye cream last night since clearly modern medicine's doing jack shit for you, but I nearly had my ass handed to me by a death snake from the fourth circle of dream hell, so you're welcome."Blue was appropriately touched. "Ah, thanks, man.""No problem, bro. By Maggie Stiefvater Blue Cancer Sargent Dreaming Cure

It was six years' worth of kissing, her lips coming to life under mine, tasting of orange and of desire. By Maggie Stiefvater Kissing Mine Tasting Desire Years

She felt one thousand years old. She also felt like maybe she was a condescending brat. She wanted her bike. She wanted her friends, who were also one-thousand-year-old condescending brats. She wanted to live in a world where she was surrounded by one-thousand-year-old condescending brats. By Maggie Stiefvater Wanted Condescending Brats Felt Thousand

It's only you," whispered Orphan Girl. She was holding his hand crouched down next to him. "Why do you hate you?"Ronan thought about it.The albino night horror swept in, talons opening.Ronan stood up, stretching out his arm like he would to Chainsaw."I don't," he said.And he woke up. By Maggie Stiefvater Girl Orphan Whispered Ronan Chainsaw

The breeze through the open window scented the interior of the car with leaves and water, growing things and secret things. By Maggie Stiefvater Things Water Growing Breeze Open

Blue," he warned, but his voice was chaotic. This close, his throat was scented with mint and wool sweater and vinyl car seat, and Gansey, just Gansey.She said, "I just want to pretend. I want to pretend that I could. By Maggie Stiefvater Blue Warned Chaotic Voice Gansey

Then Maura made something with butter and Calla made something with bacon and Blue steamed broccoli in self-defense. By Maggie Stiefvater Maura Calla Blue Made Selfdefense

Have another tangerine as he begins to expound upon how only in the unpolluted air can man truly be free to contemplate the complexities of existence. I By Maggie Stiefvater Existence Tangerine Begins Expound Unpolluted

Gansey turned to Adam, finally. He was still wearing his glorious kingly face, Richard Campbell Gansey III, white knight, but his eyes were uncertain. Is this okay?Was it okay? Adam had turned down so many offers of help from Gansey. Money for school, money for food, money for rent. Pity and charity, Adam had thought. For so long, he'd wanted Gansey to see him as an equal, but it was possible that all this time, the only person who needed to see that was Adam.Now he could see that it wasn't charity Gansey was offering. It was just truth.And something else: friendship of the unshakable kind. Friendship you could swear on. That could be busted nearly to breaking and come back stronger than before.Adam held out his right hand, and Gansey clasped it in a handshake, like they were men, because they were men. By Maggie Stiefvater Gansey Adam Money Finally Richard

The world didn't have words to measure hate. There were tons, yards, years. Volts, knots, watts. Ronan could explain how fast his car was going. He could describe exactly how warm the day was. He could specifically convey his heart rate. But there was no way for him to tell anyone else exactly how much he hated Aglionby Academy. Any unit of measurement would have to include both the volume and the weight of the hate. And it would also have to include a component of time. The days logged in class, wasted, useless, learning skills for a life he didn't want. No single word existed, probably, to contain the concept. All, perhaps. He had all the hate for Aglionby Academy. Thief? Aglionby was the thief. Ronan's life was the dream, pillaged. By Maggie Stiefvater Aglionby Academy Hate World Measure

She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, a tiny, bloody angel in the snow, and they were going to destroy her. By Maggie Stiefvater Tiny Bloody Snow Beautiful Thing

If both Gansey and Noah had been dying on the ley line at the same time, why had Gansey been chosen to live and Noah been chosen to die? By all rights, Noah's death was the more wrongful one: He had been murdered for no reason. Gansey had been stung by a death that had been dogging his steps for more than a decade."I think ... Cabeswater wanted to be awake," Noah said. "It knew I wouldn't do what needed to be done, and you would.""It couldn't know that."Noah shook his head again. "It's easy to know a lot of things when time goes around instead of straight. By Maggie Stiefvater Noah Chosen Gansey Die Dying

It wasn't that he expected to see the dead. All of the sources said that church watchers had to possess the second sight, and Gansey barely possessed first sight before he put his contacts in. He just hope for something. By Maggie Stiefvater Dead Expected Sight Gansey Sources

Break me into pieces,Small enough to fit In the palm of your hand, baby.I never thought that you would save me,break a piecefor your friendsbreak a piece just for luckbreak a piecesell it sell itbreak me break me. By Maggie Stiefvater Break Hand Babyi Piecessmall Fit

Do you know how some people can do anything?""What do you mean?""I mean, you tell them to write a tune, they give you a symphony right there. You tell them to write a book, they write you a novel in a day. You tell them to move a spoon without touching it, they move it. If they want something, they make it happen. Miracles, almost. By Maggie Stiefvater Write Tune People Give Symphony

In some parallel universe, there was a Gansey who could tell Blue that he found the ten inches of her bare calves far more tantalizing than the thirteen cubic feet of bare skin Orla sported. But in this universe, that was Adam's job. He was in a terrible mood. By Maggie Stiefvater Gansey Blue Orla Bare Universe

There was nothing terrible about them. They had no particular power over me. No more than anyone else. It had never been them. It had always been me. This realization was like a word I had to be taught every time I heard it. The definition never seemed to sink in. They were just ordinary people. [ ... ] It used to matter so much. It used to seem like such a struggle to not turn into my father. But now, sitting here, it seemed impossible that that could've ever happened. I had wasted so much time on this. I kept finding out that the monster I'd been fighting was only me. By Maggie Stiefvater Terrible Time Power People Father

Oh, sure," Gansey said, still cold and annoyed. "God forbid young men display their principles with futile but public protests when they could be skipping school and judging other students from the backseat of a motor vehicle.""Principles? Henry Cheng's principles are all about getting larger font in the school newsletter," Ronan said. He did a vaguely offensive version of Henry's voice: "Serif? Sans serif? More bold, less italics. By Maggie Stiefvater Gansey Principles Annoyed Serif God

There is something very shocking about seeing him standing dark and still on our doorstep. I lean the door a ways. The night's getting chilly. "You got away from the yard." "Is it still all right?" "It's all right. It's me and Gabe and Finn and Tommy Falk." "I've brought this." He holds up the bread, which is clearly a Palson's loaf, and it's still so fresh that I can smell the warmth of it. He must've come straight from there. By Maggie Stiefvater Doorstep Shocking Standing Dark Falk

This was like walking the line between dream and sleep. The night-sharp balance of being asleep enough to dream and awake enough to remember what he wanted. By Maggie Stiefvater Sleep Dream Walking Line Wanted

I'm trying to make you think I'm a decent person. Telling you I saw you naked while I was another species does not help my case By Maggie Stiefvater Person Make Decent Telling Case

You're beautiful and sad," I said finally, not looking at him when I did. "Just like your eyes. You're like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again." For a long moment there was only the whirring sound of the tires on the road, and then Sam said softly, "Thank you. By Maggie Stiefvater Sad Finally Beautiful Heard Eyes

Jack had been a jerk that night, even though I tried not to remember that part. It felt like I wasn't missing him properly if I let myself remember how much I'd despised him sometimes. Instead I tried to remember what he looked like grinning and dirty in the driveway, though these days it felt more like I was remembering a memory of a memory of his smile instead of the smile itself. When I thought too hard about that, it made me feel weightless and untethered. By Maggie Stiefvater Remember Jack Night Part Jerk

There are tiny, dirty rabbit holes that you have not been down that I have. I have taken people down into those tunnels with me, and they've never come out. By Maggie Stiefvater Tiny Dirty Rabbit Holes People

Gansey stepped in then, putting his phone neatly into his pocket, fetching out his keys instead. There was still something stretched thin about his expression. He looked, in fact, like he had in the cave, his face streaked and unfamiliar. It was so strange to see him without his Richard Campbell Gansey III guise on in public that Blue couldn't stop staring at his face. No - it wasn't his face. it was the way he stood, his shoulder shrugged, chin ducked, gaze from below uncertain eyebrows."SHE WAS ALL RIGHT," Jesse assured him."My head knew that," Gansey said. "But the rest of me didn't. By Maggie Stiefvater Gansey Face Putting Pocket Fetching

In a teal polo shirt could perish of anything other than heart disease at age eighty-six, possibly at a polo match. By Maggie Stiefvater Eightysix Possibly Match Polo Teal

He was just alive," [Gansey] said helplessly. "He just taught us four irregular verbs last week. And you killed him. By Maggie Stiefvater Gansey Alive Helplessly Week Taught

I think of Sean folded low over the red stallion, riding bareback at the top of the cliffs. Of the easy way they had with each other when I met him to look at the uisce mare. I think, even, of the way Sean looked when he stood on the bloody festival rock and said his name, and then Corr's, like it was just one fact after the other. Of the way he said "the sky and the sand and the sea and Corr" to me. And I feel a bite of unfairness, because in everything but name, it seems to me that Sean Kendrick already owns Corr. By Maggie Stiefvater Corr Sean Stallion Riding Cliffs

You can't force someone to love you-don't you get it? You can force them to kill for you. You can force them to be your subjects. You can't make someone love you! By Maggie Stiefvater Force Youdo Love Kill Subjects

He let his mind wander slightly closer to his present. Electronic music bled into his awareness, reminding him that his body was actually in Ronan's car. In this other place, it was easy to tell that the music was the sound of Ronan's soul. Hungry and prayerful, it whispered of dark places, old places, fire and sex. By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Present Mind Wander Slightly

But the difference between a nice house and a nice prison is really small. By Maggie Stiefvater Nice Small Difference House Prison

My parents were very permissive when it came to animals. As long as we earned the money to buy them and built whatever structure it was they were going to live in, we could have any kind of pet we wanted. They would have let us have a rhinoceros if we could have afforded it. By Maggie Stiefvater Animals Parents Permissive Wanted Long

Adam retreated to sit beside Mary as Ronan stretched out on the pew, rubbing out the dingy plan with the legs of his jeans. Something about his stillness on the pew and the funereal quality of the light reminded Adam of the effigy of Glendower they'd seen at the tomb. A king, sleeping. Adam couldn't imagine, though, the strange, wild kingdom that Ronan might rule."Stop watching me," Ronan said, though his eyes were closed. By Maggie Stiefvater Mary Ronan Adam Pew Rubbing

I try to think of something catchy to say, but there's nothing but irritation that something that was funny yo an eleven-year-old boy is still funny to a seventeen-year-old one. By Maggie Stiefvater Funny Boy Catchy Irritation

You're looking for a god. Didn't you suspect that there was also a devil? By Maggie Stiefvater God Devil Suspect

Mom, are you here? Ronan's voice was different when he spoke to either his mother or Matthew. It was Ronan, unperformed. No. Ronan, unprotected.This tone reminded Adam of that unshielded smile from before. Don't play, he told himself. This is not a game.But it didn't feel like a game, if he was being honest. Adrenaline whispered in his heart. By Maggie Stiefvater Mom Ronan Matthew Unperformed Adam

Ronan was not going to Henry Cheng's under any circumstances. All that smiling and activism gave him a rash. By Maggie Stiefvater Henry Cheng Ronan Circumstances Rash

As a pale-skinned, dark-haired Celtic sort, he didn't care for the heat. By Maggie Stiefvater Celtic Paleskinned Darkhaired Sort Heat

You're asking me to define an abstract concept that no one has managed to explain since time began. You sort of sprang it on me," Gansey said. "Why do we breathe air? Because we love air? Because we don't want to suffocate. Why do we eat? Because we don't want to starve. How do I know I love her? Because I can sleep after I talk to her. Why? By Maggie Stiefvater Began Define Abstract Concept Managed

The planet spins at over a thousand miles an hour all the time. Actually, it's going around the sun at sixty-seven thousand miles an hour, even if it wasn't sponging. So you can move plenty fast without going anywhere. By Maggie Stiefvater Miles Time Thousand Hour Planet

We don't know," Gansey said, around his straw. "Why is the tea so good here?""I spit in it. Let me see this thing. By Maggie Stiefvater Gansey Straw Thing Tea Good

Strangely, I thought of the emotion I ought to feel without feeling it, as impartial as a National Geographic field researcher, carefully watching the events and chronicling them in a notebook. Deirdre finds that she is saddened by the news of her grandmother's death, and moreover, suddenly fears for the rest of her family and friends. By Maggie Stiefvater Strangely National Geographic Researcher Carefully

Look, I realize both of you could happily strangle each other across the table, but I don't think that's the most effective use of our time, and frankly, I don't think I have enough money to tip the waitress for that kind of clean-up. And look, here's lunch. Let's eat that instead of eachother. By Maggie Stiefvater Table Time Frankly Cleanup Realize

There is no good word for the opposite of lonesome. One might be tempted to suggest togetherness or contentment , but the fact that these two other words bear definitions unrelated to each other perfectly displays why lonesome cannot be properly mirrored. It does not mean solitude, nor alone, nor lonely, although lonesome can contain all of those words in itself. Lonesome means a state of being apart. Of being other. Alone-some. By Maggie Stiefvater Lonesome Good Opposite Words Contentment

I tried to think of what an actual human would say in this situation. I asked, "Are you okay?" Sofia began to cry, which was exactly why I generally tried to avoid being a human. By Maggie Stiefvater Situation Actual Human Asked Sofia

Interesting choice," Sullivan said. He slid his gaze over to Paul, who was drumming his fingers on the table in a manic, caffeine-inspired way and blinking a lot. Paul wasn't out-and-out singing along with the king of the dead, but he might as well have put out a big neon sign saying "How's My Driving? Ask Me About My Nerves: 1-800-WIG-N-OUT." James By Maggie Stiefvater Sullivan Interesting Choice Paul Driving

Let me introduce you. These are my friends: Ronan, Adam Parrish, and Jane."Adam's expression focused. Became Adam-like. He blinked over to Gansey."Blue," Blue corrected."Oh, yes, you are blue," Malory agreed. "How perceptive you are. What was the name? Jane? This is the lady I spoke to on the phone all those months ago, right? How small she is. Are you done growing?""What!" Blue said. By Maggie Stiefvater Adam Blue Ronan Parrish Jane

And you, Ronan," Niall said. He always said Ronan differently from other words. As if he had meant to say another word entirely - something like knife or poison or revenge - and then swapped it out for Ronan's name at the last moment. "When you were born, the rivers dried up and the cattle in Rockingham County wept blood. By Maggie Stiefvater Niall Ronan Rockingham County Revenge

His home was populated by things and creatures from Niall Lynch's dreams, and his mother was just another one of them By Maggie Stiefvater Niall Lynch Dreams Home Populated

I had done something wrong. I shouldn't have shown him. But he had known, hadn't he? What had I done? I retreated quickly down the aisle, pushing my way through the double doors into the porch, where I swiped one of my eyes dry. For a long moment I stood in the dim room, looking blankly at the flyers for bake sales and Bible studies on the noticeboard.Then I heard him shout, "Damn you! Why?"I looked through the clear glass of the porch doors to see if he spoke to some barely seen faerie. But to my eyes, there was no one there but Luke and God. By Maggie Stiefvater Wrong Porch Eyes Doors Damn

Sir," Adam started - Blue's eyebrows spiked - "I think maybe your mama didn't teach you how to talk to women."The old man shook his head at Adam, like in pity.Adam added, "And she's not my girlfriend."Blue flashed him a brilliant look of approval, and then she got into the car with a dramatic door slam Ronan would have approved of. By Maggie Stiefvater Blue Sir Adam Ronan Started

Once, Gansey had overhead his father saying, Why in the world did he even want that car? and his mother replying, Oh, I know why. One day he would find an opportunity to bring up that conversation with her, because he wanted to know why she thought he had bought it. Analyzing what motivated him to put up with the Camaro made Gansey feel unsettled, but he knew it had something to do with how sitting in this perfectly restored Peugeot made him feel. A car was a wrapper for its contents, he thought, and if he looked on the inside like any of the cars in this garage looked on the outside, he couldn't live with himself. On the outside, he knew he looked a lot like his father. On the inside, he sort of wished he looked more like the Camaro. Which was to say, more like Adam. By Maggie Stiefvater Gansey Looked Camaro Replying Overhead

The place smelled like Sam or, I guess, he smelled like the store. Like ink and old building and something more leafy than coffee but less interesting than weed. It was all very ... erudite. I felt surrounded by conversations I had no interest in participating in. By Maggie Stiefvater Smelled Sam Guess Store Place

I'm so full of an unnamed wanting that I can't bear it. By Maggie Stiefvater Full Unnamed Wanting Bear

Cabeswater was such a good listener. By Maggie Stiefvater Cabeswater Listener Good

My father said once that if I didn't have my mother's ginger hair, I wouldn't blush or curse as easily. Which I though was unfair. I hardly ever curse or blush, even though I've had plenty of days that required both. By Maggie Stiefvater Hair Easily Father Mother Ginger

My whole life, I had thought that my story was, again and again: Once upon a time, there was a boy, and he had to risk everything to keep what he loved. But really, the story was: Once upon a time, there was a boy, and his fear ate him alive. By Maggie Stiefvater Time Boy Life Loved Story

It wasn't the sort of kiss I'd had with him before, hungry, wanting, desperate. It wasn't the sort of kiss I'd had with anyone before. This kiss was so soft that it was like a memory of a kiss, so careful on my lips that it was like someone running his fingers along them. By Maggie Stiefvater Kiss Hungry Wanting Desperate Sort

Why Anglo-Saxon history? At the time it had struck the Gray Man as a foolish and unanswerable question. The things that drew him to that time period were surely unconscious and many-headed, diffused through his blood from a lifetime of influences. By Maggie Stiefvater History Anglosaxon Gray Man Time

Somewhere fate laughs in her far-off country, because now I am the human and it is Grace I will lose again and again, immer wieder, always the same, every winter, losing more of her each year, unless I find a cure. By Maggie Stiefvater Grace Country Immer Wieder Winter

I open the door wide to reveal the answer. They all look at Sean standing there with his hands in his pocket and the other hand around loaf of bread and it occurs to me all in a rush as they stare at him that Sean looks a little, just a little, like he's courting. I don't have time to explain the truth of it before Tommy laughs and jumps to his feet. Sean Kendrick, the devil. How are you? By Maggie Stiefvater Sean Answer Open Door Wide

He was dead before. He knew it, didn't you see it in his eyes? My jacket." "Your jacket?" I say, with enough force that my shaky voice makes Corr start. "How about 'my jacket, please.' " Sean Kendrick looks at me, perplexed, and I can see he hasn't a clue of why I'm upset with him. Why I'm upset at all. I can't stop shaking, as if I've taken all of Corr's trembling and made it my own. "That's what I said," he says after a pause. "No, it's not." "What did I say?" "You said my jacket." Sean looks a little bewildered now. "That's what I said I said. By Maggie Stiefvater Jacket Corr Dead Sean Upset

It was her eyes and my eyes and I felt a surging sensation of rightness, of saying the right thing at the right time to the right person. By Maggie Stiefvater Eyes Rightness Person Felt Surging

The water horses are hungry and wicked, vicious and beautiful, hating us and loving us. By Maggie Stiefvater Wicked Vicious Beautiful Hating Water

Cole made a hissing sound. "Are you inside yet? God bless America and all her sons. What is taking you so long?" The front door was locked. "Here, talk to Grace" "Mommy isn't going to give a different answer than Daddy," Cole said, but I handed her the phone anyway. By Maggie Stiefvater Sound Cole Made Hissing America

As they walked, a sudden rush of wind hurled low across the grass, bringing with it the scent of moving water and rocks hidden in shadows, and Blue thrilled again and again with the knowledge that magic was real, magic was real, magic was real. By Maggie Stiefvater Real Magic Blue Walked Grass

Nothing could hurt him; people who said money couldn't buy everything hadn't seen anyone as rich as the Aglionby boys. They were untouchable, immune to life's troubles. Only death couldn't be swiped away by a credit card.One day, Adam thought miserably, one day that will be me.But this ruse wasn't right. He would have never asked for Gansey's help. Adam wasn't sure how he would have covered the tuition raise, but it was not this, not Gansey's money. He pictured it: a folded over check, hastily pocketed, gazes not met. Gansey relieved that Adam had finally come to his senses. Adam unable to say thank you. By Maggie Stiefvater Aglionby Adam Gansey People Boys

I laughed, loud enough that Delia looked up at me. She made motions for me to come over, but I pretended to be looking past her into the food tent. "Hurry. Pretend you're pointing something out so I can pretend not to see her." Luke put a hand on my shoulder and pointed with the other towards the sky. "Look, the moon." "That was the best you could come up with?" I demanded. By Maggie Stiefvater Delia Laughed Loud Looked Hurry

In her small voice, Persephone said, "I have nothing to add." After a moment of consideration, she added, however, "If you are going to punch someone, don't put your thumb inside your fist. It would be a shame to break it. By Maggie Stiefvater Persephone Voice Add Small Consideration

A general agreement that time, like a story, was not a line; it was an ocean. If you couldn't find the precise moment you were looking for, it was possible you hadn't swum far enough. It was possible that you simply weren't a good enough swimmer yet. It was also possible, the women grudgingly agreed, that some moments were hidden far enough in time that they really should be left to deep-sea creatures. By Maggie Stiefvater Story Line Ocean General Agreement

She reached down and traced my eyebrows. 'You do have really beautiful eyes.''We get to keep them,' I said.Grace started at my voice. 'What?''It's the one thing we keep. Our eyes stay the same.' I unclenched my fists. 'I was born with these eyes. I was born for this life. By Maggie Stiefvater Eyebrows Reached Traced Born Eyes

He was an image of Ronan, and also of Declan, and also of Matthew. A handsome devil with one eye the color of a promise and the other the color of a secret. By Maggie Stiefvater Ronan Declan Matthew Color Image

But what [Gansey] said was, "I'm going to need everyone to be straight with each other from now on. No more games. This isn't just for Blue, either. All of us."Ronan said, "I'm always straight."Adam replied, "Oh, man, that's the biggest lie you've ever told."Blue said, "Okay. By Maggie Stiefvater Gansey Blue Straight Ronan Adam

You and I both know that love is for children,' he said. 'We're adults. Compatibility is for adults.''Compatibility is for my Bluetooth and my car,' Teresa replied. 'Only they get along just fine, and my car never makes my bluetooth feel like shit. By Maggie Stiefvater Children Compatibility Bluetooth Love Car

You don't have to be so chaste, you know. It's not like I'm naked." Pausing in front of her closet, she looked back at me, her expression canny. "You haven't seen me naked, have you?""No!" My answer came out distinctly rushed.She grinned at my lie and pulled some jeans from the closet floor. "Well, unless you want to see me now, you'd better turn around. By Maggie Stiefvater Chaste Naked Closet Pausing Canny

I wasn't sure if I admired him for feeling everything so hard and fiercely, or if I was contemptuous of him for having so much emotion that he had to spill it out every window of the house. By Maggie Stiefvater Fiercely House Admired Feeling Hard

You don't think it's a little relevant that the guy who is supposed to die in the next year is dating the girl who's supposed to kill her true love with a kiss?"She was too angry to do anything but shake her head. He merely raised an eyebrow in reply, an action that warmed the temperature of Blue's blood by a single degree. By Maggie Stiefvater Supposed Kiss Head Relevant Guy

I was sitting in a movie theater at 4:13 in the morning, with a faerie muse who had vaguely psychic vampire tendencies, watching The Sixth Sense. At this point in my life I'd had some pretty freaky, surreal experiences already, such as (1) watching my best friend move things with her mind, (2) being dragged from my wrecked car by a soulless faerie assassin, and (3) feeling the inexorable pull of the king of the dead's nightly song. And really, sitting with Nuala and watching a crazy little boy tell Bruce Willis that he saw dead people should've been included amongst them. By Maggie Stiefvater Sense Sixth Watching Morning Tendencies

Once upon a time, this moment - this last light of the evening the day before the race - was the best moment of the year for me. The anticipation of the game to come. But that was when all I had to lose was my life. By Maggie Stiefvater Moment Time Race Light Evening

With his back to us, Sean tugs the halter from the mare's head. She kicks out, but he steps out of the way as if it were nothing at all. With a shake of her mane, she leaps mightily into the water. For a moment she struggles over the waves, and then she is swimming. Just a wild black horse in a deep blue sea full of the ashes of other dead boys. By Maggie Stiefvater Sean Head Back Tugs Halter

His was the disease we couldn't cure. His was the good-bye that meant the most By Maggie Stiefvater Cure Disease Goodbye Meant

My friend is having his period," I told the pizza guy, and handed him his tip. "He needs Britney and extra cheese to get him through it. I'm trying to be supportive. By Maggie Stiefvater Period Guy Tip Friend Told

It was about falling asleep with Sam's chest pressed against my back so I could feel his heart slow to match mine. It was about growing up and realizing that the feel of his arms around me, the smell of him when he was sleeping, the sound of his breathing that was home and everything I wanted at the end of the day. It wasn't the same as being with him and we were awake. By Maggie Stiefvater Sam Mine Feel Falling Asleep

Outside, overgrown grass lapped dew on Ronan's boots, and mist curled around the tyres of the charcoal BMW. The sky over Monmouth Manufacturing was the colour of a muddy lake. It was cold, but Ronan's gasoline heart was firing. He settled into the car, letting it become his skin. The night air was still coiled beneath the seats and lurking in the door pockets; he shivered as he tethered his raven to the seat belt fastener in the passenger seat. Not the fanciest setup, but effective for keeping a corvid from flapping around one's sports car. Chainsaw bit him, but not as hard as the early morning cold. By Maggie Stiefvater Bmw Ronan Overgrown Boots Grass

Have you thought this through? People die, love. I'm all for women, but this isn't a woman's game.'For some reason, this irritates me more than anythign else I've heard all day. It's not even relevant. By Maggie Stiefvater Thought Love People Die Women

She's around here somewhere. Check your pockets. She could be there. Sometimes she falls into these cracks between the floorboards. By Maggie Stiefvater Check Pockets Floorboards Falls Cracks

Gansey's phone buzzed. "Gansey, man, is this diseased tree cutting into your digital time?" Ronan asked. The fact was the digital time was cutting into his diseased tree time. By Maggie Stiefvater Gansey Buzzed Time Phone Diseased

He turned, mug in hand, and suddenly they were an inch apart. She could smell the mint in his mouth. She saw his throat move as he swallowed. She was furious at her body for betraying her, for wanting him differently than any of the other boys, for refusing to listen to her insistence that they were just friends. By Maggie Stiefvater Turned Mug Hand Suddenly Inch

The piebald mare paws at the sand; I see her digging out of the corner of my eye and hear her grinding her teeth. That bridle's her curse, this island her prison. She still smells of rot. By Maggie Stiefvater Sand Teeth Piebald Mare Paws

Friendship of the unshakeable kind. Friendship you could swear on. That could be busted nearly to breaking and come back stronger than before. By Maggie Stiefvater Friendship Kind Unshakeable Swear Busted

Are you really going to work in that?" Maura asked.Blue looked at her clothing. It involved a few thin layering shirts, including one she had altered using a method called shredding. "What's wrong with it?"Maura shrugged. "Nothing. I always wanted an eccentric daughter. I just never realised how well my evil plans were working. By Maggie Stiefvater Maura Work Clothing Shirts Including

I turned back to my extracurricular study of death and disease. Because no matter what Grace thought, I knew that in Mercy Falls, it's never over By Maggie Stiefvater Disease Falls Turned Back Extracurricular

From her father, Anna-Sophia had inherited a love of burning down houses. Dutch remembered exactly the first words he'd said to her. 'This is somebody's home.' Anna-Sophias face had been puzzled. 'Of course it is.' And then she dropped the burning rag onto the couch. By Maggie Stiefvater Father Houses Inherited Love Burning

He was struck by the details of the moment. This was something he needed to remember, when he dreamt. This feeling right here: heart thudding, pollen sticky on his fingertips, July pricking sweat at his breastbone, the smell of gasoline and someone else's charcoal grill. By Maggie Stiefvater Moment Struck Details July Remember

He kissed me again, farther up my neck, and I pushed him back against the wall.My mind searched for the logical thought, a rational life raft before I drowned in wanting to hiss him. I managed, "We've only met a few days ago. We don't know each other."Luke released me. "How long does it take to know someone?"I didn't know. "A month? A few months?" It sounded stupid to quantify it, especially when I didn't want to believe my own reasoning. But I couldn't just go kissing someone I knew nothing about it went against everything I'd ever been told. So why was it so hard to say no?He took my fingers, playing with them in between his own. "I'll wait." He looked so good in the half-light under the trees, his light eyes nearly glowing against his shadowed skin. It was useless."I don't want you to." I whispered the words, and before I'd even finished saying them, his mouth was on mine and I was melting under his lips. By Maggie Stiefvater Farther Neck Thought Kissed Pushed

She wished so much for the presence of the boys, or Calla, or her mother, or - she had so many people that she took for granted, all the time. She had never needed to be truly afraid before. There had always been another hand to catch her, or at least to hold hers as they fell together. By Maggie Stiefvater Calla Boys Mother Granted Time

Ah, hissed Neeve, plump but strangely elegant as she sat beside Blue on the wall. Blue was struck again, as she had been struck the first time she'd met Neeve, by her oddly lovely hands. Chubby wrists led to soft, child-like palms and slender fingers with oval nails. By Maggie Stiefvater Neeve Blue Hissed Plump Wall

Sorry for hurting you, she said right in my ear, but it wasn't really an apology, because you don't bite someone's earlobe to tell them you're sorry. By Maggie Stiefvater Ear Apology Hurting Bite Earlobe

You know, when I first met Gansey, I couldn't figure out why he was friends with someone like Ronan. Gansey was always in class, always getting stuff done, always a teacher's pet. And here was Ronan, like a heart attack that never stopped. I knew I couldn't complain, 'cause I hadn't come first. Ronan had. But one day, he'd done some stupid shit I don't even remember, and I just couldn't take it. And I asked why Gansey was even friends with him if he was such an asshole all the time. And I remember Gansey told me that Ronan always told the truth, and the truth was the most important thing. By Maggie Stiefvater Gansey Ronan Met Figure Friends

When Adam kissed him, it was every mile per hour Ronan had ever gone over the speed limit. It was every window-down, goose-bumps-on-skin, teeth-chattering-cold night drive. It was Adam's ribs under Ronan's hands and Adam's mouth on his mouth, again and again and again. It was stubble on his lips and Ronan having to stop, to get his breath, to restart his heart. They were both hungry animals, but Adam had been starving for far longer. By Maggie Stiefvater Adam Ronan Limit Kissed Mile

I didn't know what to say. It kind of hurt just to look at her, in a way i'd forgotten. Sort of like a splinter - not when you first get it under your skin, but the slow ache after it has been taken out. By Maggie Stiefvater Forgotten Sort Splinter