He was full of the restless, dissatisfied energy that always seemed to move into his heart after he visited home these days. It had something to do with the knowledge that his parentsโ house wasnโt truly home anymore โ if it had ever been โ and something to do with the realization that they hadnโt changed; he had.
Maggie StiefvaterYou're not going to die," I told her, lifting my head to look at her. "I'm not done writing songs about you yet.
Maggie StiefvaterGrace. 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 Stiefvater