[I]t just makes me tired even thinking about it. It reminds me of that feeling I had before I left. Like my lungs were made of lead. Like I can't even think about starting to care about anything. Like I either wish that they were all dead, or I was, because I can't stand the pull of all that history between us. That's before I even pick up the phone. I'm so tired I never want to wake up again. But I've figured out now that it was never them that made me feel that way. It was just me, all along.
Maggie StiefvaterMisty of Chincoteague', 'The Black Stallion', the 'Saddle Club' books, I read 'em all. I was horse-crazy.
Maggie StiefvaterAt the door to the helicopter, Gansey looked bad over his shoulder at them, his smile complicated when he saw them holding hands.
Maggie StiefvaterHave you heard of the legends of sleeping kings? The legends that heroes like Llewellyn and Glendower and Arthur arenโt really dead, but are instead sleeping in tombs, waiting to be woken?
Maggie StiefvaterDo you think I just turn my secrets out for everyone?" He is unfazed. "I didn't know they were secrets," he says. "Or I wouldn't have asked.
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