His lips tasted cool and sharp, peppermint, winter, but his hands, soft on the back of my neck, promised long days and summer and forever.
Maggie StiefvaterAll that mattered was that something had struck the match, and Gansey was burning.
Maggie StiefvaterI was losing sight of the wolf ahead of me; the one inside me seemed closer all of a sudden.
Maggie StiefvaterSometimes Ronan thought Adam was so used to the right way being painful that he doubted any path that didn’t come with agony.
Maggie Stiefvater