Grace. I held on to that name. If I kept that in my head, I would be OK. Grace. I was shaking, shaking; my skin peeling away. Grace. My bones squeezed, pinched, pressed against my muscles. Grace. Her eyes held me even after I stopped feeling her fingers gripping my arms. Sam," she said. "Don't go.
Maggie StiefvaterThey were always walking away from him. But he never seemed able to walk away from them.
Maggie StiefvaterDelia was an overbearing cake with condescending frosting, and frankly, I was on a diet.
Maggie Stiefvater