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
priorities would-be world
I expect that would be a very different world with very different priorities.
lovely today hello
Hello, lovely. You're as pretty as pretty today.
heart july sweat
He was struck by the details of the moment. This was something he needed to remember, when he dreamt. This feeling right here: heart thudding, pollen sticky on his fingertips, July pricking sweat at his breastbone, the smell of gasoline and someone else's charcoal grill.
party cutting blue
Blue was a fanciful, but sensible thing. Like a platypus, or one of those sandwiches that had been cut into circles for a fancy tea party.
boys blue ravens
In that moment, Blue was a little in love with all of them. Their magic. Their quest. Their awfulness and strangeness. Her raven boys.
giving sun pauses
He hadn't realized yet that Gansey could persuade even the sun to pause and give him the time.
lamps fans dresses
She wore a dress Ronan thought looked like a lampshade. Whatever sort of lamp it belonged on, Gansey clearly wished he had one. Ronan wasn't a fan of lamps.
eye blue talking
I'm having a psychic moment. It involves you and me." Distracted, Gansey glanced up from the computer screen. "Were you talking to me or Ronan?" "Either. I'm flexible." Blue made a small, terrible noise. "I would appreciate if you'd turn your inner eye towards the water.
dream night world
While I'm gone," Gansey said, pausing, "dream me the world. Something new for every night.
home reality wanted
The one reality was this: He was home. How badly he wanted to stay.
latin tree speak
Arbores loqui latine. The trees speak Latin.
girl hands voice
In Ronan's hand, the mask was as thin as a sheet of paper, still warm from Adam's gasped breaths. Orphan Girl buried her face in his side, her body shaking with sobs. Her tiny voice was muffled: "Tollerere me a hic, tollerere me a hic..." Take me away from here, take me away from here.
boys library public-library
Boys like him didn't die; they got bronzed and installed outside public libraries.
agony way path
Sometimes Ronan thought Adam was so used to the right way being painful that he doubted any path that didn’t come with agony.