I touched my lips to hers again, and this time, it was a very different sort of kiss. It was six yearsโ worth of kissing, her lips coming to life under mine, tasting of orange and of desire. Her fingers ran through my sideburns and into my hair before linking around my neck, alive and cool on my warm skin. I was wild and tame and pulled into shreds and crushed into being all at once. For once in my human life, my mind didnโt wander to compose a song lyric or store the moment for later reflection. For once in my life, I was here and nowhere else. -Sam
Maggie StiefvaterThe truth is, until you know any different, the island is enough. Actually, I know different. And it's still enough.
Maggie StiefvaterIt occurred to me then that I was the opposite of my father. Because I was very, very good at destroying things.
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 StiefvaterThere is something very shocking about seeing him standing dark and still on our doorstep. I lean the door a ways. The night's getting chilly. "You got away from the yard." "Is it still all right?" "It's all right. It's me and Gabe and Finn and Tommy Falk." "I've brought this." He holds up the bread, which is clearly a Palson's loaf, and it's still so fresh that I can smell the warmth of it. He must've come straight from there.
Maggie Stiefvater