Gansey studied Adam's erratic handwriting. His letters always looked like they were running from something.
Maggie StiefvaterI fell asleep to the scent of my wolf. Pine needles, cold rain, earthy perfume, coarse bristles on my face.
Maggie StiefvaterI couldn't remember the last time I hadn't had to fake gratitude for a gift, and now that I actually was grateful, thank you didn't seem to cut it.
Maggie Stiefvater