Grace (talking about Sam): At the sight of him, my stomach slid down to my feet, a weird combination of relief, nerves, and anticipation all in one, a feeling that never seemed to go away.
Maggie StiefvaterThere's no such thing as a good book or a bad book. There's a book that matters to a reader.
Maggie StiefvaterGrace. I held on to that name. If I kept that in my head, I would be OK. Grace. I was shaking, shaking; my skin peeling away. Grace. My bones squeezed, pinched, pressed against my muscles. Grace. Her eyes held me even after I stopped feeling her fingers gripping my arms. Sam," she said. "Don't go.
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 Stiefvater