It was the stop that happened when you made up your mind to confess, but your mouth betrayed you in the end.
Maggie StiefvaterTommy grabs my waist and swings me around in a circle. I drag my feet because i am opposed to people touching me when I'm not expecting it. Also because it will take more than dancing to cheer me up.
Maggie StiefvaterI walk through the seasons and always the birds are singing and screaming and keening for love When you're with me it seems so absurd that I should be jealous of the jay and the dove.
Maggie StiefvaterI wasnโt sure what expression I was expecting her to wear when she saw that it was me. Iโd braced myself for disgust or anger. But she just looked at me like I was โ nothing. An annoyance, maybe.
Maggie StiefvaterCould others hold him?" His face remains the same. "There are no others. You're the only one." I swallow. "I can hold him.
Maggie StiefvaterIt's like scrying into that weird space. There's so much coming out of him, it shouldn't be possible. Do you remember that woman who came in who was pregnant with quadruplets? It was like that, but worse." "He's pregnant?" Blue asked.
Maggie StiefvaterI'm a dirt road out in the country kind of person, but I remember thinking, I could live in Chicago.
Maggie StiefvaterGansey turned the key. The engine turned over once, paused for the briefest of moments - and then roared to deafening life. The Camaro lived to fight another day. The radio was even working, playing the Stevie Nicks song that always sounded to Gansey like it was about a one-winged dove.
Maggie StiefvaterI would say that by virtue of your not acting parental up to this point, you've relinquished your ability to wield any power now. Sam and I are together. It's not an option.
Maggie StiefvaterShe had a short fuse this morning, because it was a day that ended with y, you see.
Maggie StiefvaterGansey studied Adam's erratic handwriting. His letters always looked like they were running from something.
Maggie StiefvaterHave you heard of the legends of sleeping kings? The legends that heroes like Llewellyn and Glendower and Arthur arenโt really dead, but are instead sleeping in tombs, waiting to be woken?
Maggie StiefvaterShe doesn't know any better, what a girl like her needs is a man with both his legs on the land. A man who will hold her down so that she doesn't fly away. She doesn't know yet that someone like you looks better on the shelf than in your hand.
Maggie Stiefvaterlook, getting bitten doesn't make you into a monster. It just makes you a wolf. You are what you are. When you're a wolf, or when you're shifting, you don't have human inhibitions, so if you're naturally angry or violent, you get worse.
Maggie StiefvaterI felt a tickle on my skin; it took me a moment to realize that Cole was driving his die-cast Mustang up my arm. He was laughing to himself, hushed and infectious, as if there was still any reason to be quite.
Maggie StiefvaterFrom Ronan's room, he heard Noah's laugh. He and Ronan were throwing various objects from the second-story window to the parking low below. There was a terrific crash. Ronan's voice rose, exasperated. "Not that one, Noah.
Maggie StiefvaterIt's like thinking you're going to heaven, but when you get there it turns out to be Cleveland.
Maggie StiefvaterWould we be so enamored with dystopian fiction if we lived in a culture where violent death was a major concern? It wouldn't be escapism.
Maggie StiefvaterA frightening menagerie, my emotions are Too many and varied to number Like creatures they crawl and they fly above Tearing my body asunder.
Maggie Stiefvaterhis yellow eyes gazed at me possessively -- I wondered if he realized that the way he looked at me was far more intimate than copping a feel could ever be.
Maggie StiefvaterI always wanted an eccentric daughter . I just never realized how well my evil plans were working.
Maggie StiefvaterRilke says: Verweilung, auch am Verstrautesten nicht, ist uns gegeben - We are not allowed to linger, even with what is most intimate.
Maggie StiefvaterOr even tell me it's because you could not live without The Boy's stunning Boyfruits for another night..." Sam's face was twisted into a weird shape at the mention of his Boyfruits.
Maggie StiefvaterMy most memorable adventure was investigating the chalk cliffs in Yorkshire. While clambering over kelp-covered boulders half-covered by the sea, I fell and smashed my tail bone on one of them.
Maggie StiefvaterI saw myself as an outsider as a teen. I was home-schooled and got my G.E.D. when I was 16; I wasn't interested in high school at all and figured that college might be more entertaining.
Maggie StiefvaterI hated this. I hated knowing what I wanted and knowing what was right and knowing they weren't the same thing.
Maggie StiefvaterI could still smell her on my fur. It clung to me, a memory of another world. I was drunk with it, with the scent of her. I'd got too close. The smell of summer on her skin, the half-recalled cadence of her voice, the sensation of her fingers on my fur. Every bit of me sang with the memory of her closeness. Too close. I couldn't stay away.
Maggie StiefvaterI've been waiting for you forever." "Forever' as in several hundred years, or forever as in since my lesson began?
Maggie StiefvaterShouldn't you be looking at other cars? You know, car shopping usually involves ... shopping." "I don't shop very well", Grace said. "I just see what I need and get it.
Maggie StiefvaterI like you better this way." For some reason, admitting this made her face go hot right away; she was very glad that he still had his face pressed into his pillow and the other boys were still in Noah's room. "Crushed and broken," Gansey said. "Just the way women like 'em.
Maggie StiefvaterMy words are unerring tools of destruction, and Iโve come unequipped with the ability to disarm them.
Maggie StiefvaterI remember being intrigued by the idea of school-in-a-box, just-add-water-and-Sam.
Maggie StiefvaterI think thatโs a mercy of this island, actually, that it wonโt give us our terrible memories for long, but let us keep the good ones for as long as we want them.
Maggie StiefvaterSean looks at me then, his eyes bright, in a way that makes me feel out of sorts. I glare back.
Maggie StiefvaterInteresting choice," Sullivan said. He slid his gaze over to Paul, who was drumming his fingers on the table in a manic, caffeine-inspired way and blinking a lot. Paul wasn't out-and-out singing along with the king of the dead, but he might as well have put out a big neon sign saying "How's My Driving? Ask Me About My Nerves: 1-800-WIG-N-OUT." --James
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