Maggie Stiefvater
Maggie Stiefvater
Maggie Stiefvateris an American writer of Young Adult fiction. She currently lives in Virginia...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth18 November 1981
CityHarrisonburg, VA
CountryUnited States of America
war eye made
And Ronan was everything that was left: molten eyes and a smile made for war.
devil watches legion
Watch for the devil. When there’s a god, there’s always a legion of devils.
long language enough
He cared for languages dead long enough that they wouldn’t change on him.
silence answers wrong-answers
Silence was never a wrong answer.
lying car
This car was a very pretty lie.
dying sides boring
Dying's a boring side effect.
untrue
She couldn't make it untrue.
blue self defense
Then Maura made something with butter and Calla made something with bacon and Blue steamed broccoli in self-defense.
thinking winning together
The only thing is, the more I see him and Corr together, the more I think of how unbearable it would be for Sean to lose him. But we can't both win.
years games light
Once upon a time, this moment - this last light of the evening the day before the race - was the best moment of the year for me. The anticipation of the game to come. But that was when all I had to lose was my life.
way strange forgotten
There was nothing particularly intimate about the way they sat, but something about the scene made Gansey feel strange, like he’d heard an unpleasant statement and later forgotten everything about the words but the way they had made him feel.
growing-up kids forever
We all, one day, realize that we’re not going to be kids forever and we’re going to grow up.
running hair hands
The sun shines through the window And the sun shines through your hair It seems like you're beside me But I know that you're not there. You would sit beside this window Run your fingers through my hair You were always there beside me But I know that you're not there Oh, to be by your side once again Oh, to hold your hand in mine again Oh, to be by your side once again Oh, to hold your hand in mine again-
dream song heart
Fro and to in my dreams to you To the haunting tune of the harp For the price I paid when you died that day I paid that day with my heart Fro and to in my dreams to you With the breaking of my heart Ne'er more again will I sing this song Ne'er more will I hear the harp.