There was something striking about her posture; something about the tilt to her head. She was like a beautiful and lonely piece of art, lovely but unreachable.
Maggie StiefvaterLunch." I said. "Immediately. I'm going to wither away to absolutely nothing. Then you'll be racked with guilt." "I doubt it.
Maggie StiefvaterI remember lying in the snow, a small red spot of warm going cold, surrounded by wolves.
Maggie Stiefvater