You missed World Hist." "Did you get notes for me?" "No. I thought you were dead in a ditch.
Maggie StiefvaterDelia was an overbearing cake with condescending frosting, and frankly, I was on a diet.
Maggie StiefvaterI could still smell her on my fur. It clung to me, a memory of another world. I was drunk with it, with the scent of her. I'd got too close. The smell of summer on her skin, the half-recalled cadence of her voice, the sensation of her fingers on my fur. Every bit of me sang with the memory of her closeness. Too close. I couldn't stay away.
Maggie StiefvaterThe trees called to me, urging me to abandon what I knew and vanish into the oncoming night. It was a desire that had been tugging me with disconcerting frequency these days.
Maggie Stiefvater