the intermittent breeze carried her scent to me again and again , singing in another language of memories from another form .
Maggie StiefvaterHe left Chainsaw behind, much to her irritation. Ronan didn't want her to learn any bad language.
Maggie StiefvaterIt was a sort of ferocious, quiet beauty, the sort that wouldn't let you admire it. The sort of beauty that always hurt.
Maggie StiefvaterShe screamed, the high scream that was neither human nor animal but something terrible in between, the sort of sound that you never forget no matter how many beautiful things you hear afterward.
Maggie Stiefvater