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Write the book you've always wanted to read, but can't find on the shelf.
Maggie Stiefvater
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Maggie Stiefvater
Age: 43
Born: 1981
Born: November 18
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Blue tried not to look at Gansey's boat shoes she felt better about him as a person if she pretended he wasn't wearing them.
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I felt a tickle on my skin it took me a moment to realize that Cole was driving his die-cast Mustang up my arm. He was laughing to himself, hushed and infectious, as if there was still any reason to be quite.
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You're beautiful and sad, I said finally, not looking at him when I did. Just like your eyes. You're like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again. For a long moment there was only the whirring sound of the tires on the road, and then Sam said softly, Thank you.
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Of course he would count the time that we'd been two entirely different species.
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Its beyond him now. its time for you to do you own thing. My thing? my thing only worked if Grace was here to make it work. without Grace, i have an emotionally unbalanced wolf and a Volkswagen.
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What do you mean? Grace Brisbane, you do not mean that you're not going back home again. Tell me that this was just because you were momentarily angry at them for grounding you. Or even tell me it's because you could not live without The Boy's stunning Boyfruits for another night. But don't tell me you think it's forever!
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I like you better this way. For some reason, admitting this made her face go hot right away she was very glad that he still had his face pressed into his pillow and the other boys were still in Noah's room. Crushed and broken, Gansey said. Just the way women like 'em.
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All these perfect days, made of glass Put on the shelf where they can cast perfect shadows that stretch and grow on the imperfect days down below. ... perfect shadows that shift and glow... ... perfect shadows that shift and grow... Sam singing on page 256 of Linger.
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I am alone in the world, and yet not alone enough to make each hour holy. I am lowly in this world, and yet not lowly enough for me to be just a thing to you, dark and shrewd. I want my will and I want to go with my will as it moves towards action.
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I don't think I'd like to argue with you, I say. I think it would be a very dissatisfying pastime.
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It occurred to me then that I was the opposite of my father. Because I was very, very good at destroying things.
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Sam,' the girl said. 'Sam.' She was the past present and future. I wanted to answer , but I was broken.
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I can't really believe that it's over. I'll speak for her. Every face turns to where Sean Kendrick stands a little apart from the crowd, his arms crossed. This island runs on courage, not blood, he says. His face is turned towards me, but his eyes are on Eaton and his groups. In the hush after he speaks, I can hear my heart thudding in my
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I'm not done writing songs about you yet.
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