Grace. I held on to that name. If I kept that in my head, I would be OK.
Grace.
I was shaking, shaking; my skin peeling away.
Grace.
My bones squeezed, pinched, pressed against my muscles.
Grace.
Her eyes held me even after I stopped feeling her fingers gripping my arms.
Sam," she said. "Don't go.
Sam: I felt like things were getting away from me. I'd found heaven and grabbed it as tightly as I could, but it was unravelling, an insubstancial thread sliding between my fingers, too fine to hold.
Maggie StiefvaterIt tore my heart out, because I heard his voice. The wolves sang slowly behind him, bittersweet harmony, but all I heard was Sam. His howl trembled, rose, fell in anguish.
I listened for a long time. I prayed for them to stop, to leave me alone, but at the same time I was desperately afraid they would. Long after the other voices had dropped away, Sam kept howling, very soft and slow.
When he finally fell silent, the night felt dead.
Are you sure you want to go out with someone with that kind of history? ...He could have a psychotic break. I read that people get those when they're twenty-eight.
Maggie StiefvaterThere was no sun; there was no light. I was dying. I couldn't remember what the sky looked like. But I didn't die. I was lost to a sea of cold, and then I was reborn into a world of warmth.
Maggie StiefvaterMots clés beautiful
I smiled at the stacks, inhaling again. Hundreds of thousands of pages that had never been turned, waiting for me. The shelves were a warm, blond wood, piled with spines of every color. Staff picks were arranged on tables, glossy covers reflecting the light back at me. Behind the little cubby where the cashier sat, ignoring us, stairs covered with rich burgundy carpet led up to the worlds unknown. 'I could just live here,' I said.
Maggie StiefvaterMots clés books
Counter Girl (in candy shop): You two are cute. Seriously. How long have you been going out?
Sam: Six years.
Mots clés grace-brisbane sam-roth counter-girl
I remember lying in the snow, a small red spot of warm going cold, surrounded by wolves.
Maggie StiefvaterEleanor's voice was below zero. 'My finest horse to whichever faerie in this room brings me that woman's left eye.'
My thoughts exactly.
Mots clés heck-yeah
She kissed me harder, breath huffing into my mouth, and bit my lip. Oh, hell that was amazing. I growled before I could stop myself.
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