I remember lying in the snow, a small red spot of warm going cold, surrounded by wolves.
Maggie StiefvaterWe sat like that for a long while, and when we stood up, all my sad things were in boxes, and Beck was my father.
Maggie StiefvaterI remember lying in the snow, a small red spot of warm going cold, surrounded by wolves.
Maggie StiefvaterWe sat like that for a long while, and when we stood up, all my sad things were in boxes, and Beck was my father.
Maggie Stiefvater