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
eye kissing long
Cole kissed me.. It was the sort of kiss that would take a long time to recover from. You could take each of our kisses, from the very first moment we'd met and put them on a slide in a microscope, and I was pretty sure what you'd find. Even an expert would see nothing on the first one, and then on the next one, the start of something - mostly outnumbered, easily destroyed - and then more and more until finally this one, something that even the untrained eye could spot. Evidence that we'd probably never be cured of each other, but we might be able to keep it from killing us.
enough get-away turns
She attempted to turn again; I held on. I wasn't holding tight enough to keep her, but she wasn't pulling hard enough to get away.
space long weapons
I'd learned a long time ago that one of the finest weapons in my arsenal was my ability to invade personal space
moving busy forget
if you were really busy, you could almost forget about it, but when you stopped moving, it was murder
want needs said
It wasn’t a touch that said I need more. It was a touch that said I want this.
jesus father purses
Do you have it on your person?" my father asked. "Jesus" I replied. "My person has it in her purse.
yellow tree looks
I knew he wouldn't come, but I howled anyway, and when I did, the other wolves would pass images of him to me of what he looked like: lithe, gray, yellow-eyed. I would pass back images of my own, of a wolf on the edge of the woods, silent and cautious, watching me. The images, clear as the slender-leaved trees in front of me, made finding him seem urgent, but I didn't know how to begin to look.
taken humble car
Where are Sam and Grace?" "Ringo left in his car a few hours ago. He must've taken Grace with him. I don't know where they went." "You didn't ask?" "We're not married" Cole said, and added, in a more humble tone, "yet".
mother children smell
I leaned across the table towards the crumb-thrower. "Do that again," I said, loud enough to be heard over the opera singer, Dolly, my mother, and the smell of the breadsticks, "and I will sell your firstborn child to the devil.
book hair soundtracks
Then I picked my book back up again and stroked her hair and read to the soundtrack of her breaths.
hands pavement assuming
You're assuming they would listen to me," I said. Cole lifted his hands off the roof of the Volkswagen; cloudy fingerprints evaporated seconds ater he did. "We all listen to you, Sam." He jumped to the pavement. "You just don't always talk to us.
parent speak miserable
He sounded absolutely miserable. “Are you ever going to speak to me?
life people people-dont-change
People don't change who they are. They only change what they do with it.
reality blood tests
So here's my theory, and this is such crap science, I don't have to tell you. It's science without microscopes, blood tests, or reality.