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.
Maggie StiefvaterI sense that his drowning but I don't have any idea of how to start to put my hand into the water and save him.
Maggie Stiefvater...the sound of our lack of conversation amplified by the echo of our footsteps on the stone around us.
Maggie Stiefvater