Eleanor's voice was below zero. 'My finest horse to whichever faerie in this room brings me that woman's left eye.' My thoughts exactly.
Maggie StiefvaterGrace reached over and began stroking her fingers through my hair. I closed my eyes and let her drive me crazy.
Maggie StiefvaterMisty of Chincoteague', 'The Black Stallion', the 'Saddle Club' books, I read 'em all. I was horse-crazy.
Maggie StiefvaterI had risked everything, and I had nothing to show for it but my open hand, lying empty and palm up toward the ceiling.
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