Grace: I picked up my sweater from the floor and crawled back into bed. Shoving my pillow aside, I balled up the sweater to use instead. I fell asleep to the scent of my wolf. Pine needles, cold rain, earthy perfume, coarse bristles on my face. It was almost like he was there.
Maggie StiefvaterThe journal and Gansey were clearly long acquainted, and he wanted her to know. This is me. The real me.
Maggie StiefvaterDid you know you get one happy day for every one you catch?... One happy day for every falling leaf you catch" -sam
Maggie StiefvaterI 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.
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