When you were born, the rivers dried up and the cattle in Rockingham County wept blood. — Maggie Stiefvater
Overhead, the stars were wheeling and infinite, a complicated mobile made by giants. — Maggie Stiefvater
Sam, I really want to buy a red coffee pot, if they exist,” Grace said. “I’ll find you one — Maggie Stiefvater
All that mattered was that something had struck the match, and Gansey was burning. — Maggie Stiefvater
Sloughing my skin / escaping it’s grip / stripped of my wit / it hurts to be me . — Maggie Stiefvater