Hers was a memory made up of snapshorts: 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.
Maggie StiefvaterI think every now and then about Seanโs thumb pressed against my wrist and daydream about him touching me again. But mostly I think about the way he looks at me โ with respect โ and I think thatโs probably worth more than anything.
Maggie StiefvaterBecause I knew it wasn't for forever." Grace touched his hair and he bent his head to kiss her, quiet as a secret.
Maggie StiefvaterTell me what it's like. The race." "What it's like is a battle. A mess of horses and men and blood. The fastest and strongest of what is left from two weeks of preparation on the sand. It's the surf in your face, the deadly magic of November on your skin, the Scorpio drums in the place of your heartbeat. It's speed, if you're lucky. It's life and it's death or it's both, and there's nothing like it.
Maggie Stiefvater