Maggie Stiefvater

“Maybe it wouldn’t hurt if I kiss you,” he whispered. “Maybe it’s only if you kiss me.”

If Blue was to kiss her true love, he would die.

If Blue was to kiss her true love, he would die.

This was so like Ronan. His room inside Monmouth was filled with expensive toys, but, like a spoiled child, he ended up playing outside with sticks.

Adam’s face melted into a grin, an expression so unlike his usual one that his features needed to completely shift to accommodate it.

She hadn’t really believed the part about the helicopter. Not in a way that prepared her for seeing an actual, life-sized helicopter, sitting there in the lot, looking normal, like someone would park an SUV.

And of course, from one thousand feet, Henrietta took Gansey’s breath away.

Ha ha ha ha! It was an intimidating laugh that tended to make men suspect that they were possibly the brunt of it.

He didn’t like to see either of the women in his family disappointed; it ruined perfectly good meals.

You’re right, Ronan, it’s starting, something’s starting.