#shiver

As the hours crept by, the afternoon sunlight bleached all the books on the shelves to pale, gilded versions of themselves and warmed the paper and ink inside the covers so that the smell of unread words hung in the air. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#shiver #words

One day a wolf bit a man and the man caught it. Magic or science, it's all the same. The only thing magical about it is that we can't explain it." ~Sam ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#maggie-stiefvater #magic #sam #shiver #wolf

In the cold, shivering twilight, preceding the daybreak of civilization, the dominating emotion of man was fear. ↗

— Paul Harris

#cold #daybreak #dominating #emotion #fear

I just looked at her, feeling utterly empty. I didn’t know what I was supposed to say to her. My life is in that bed. Please let me stay. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#linger #loss #love #pain #separation

his yellow eyes gazed at me possessively -- I wondered if he realized that the way he looked at me was far more intimate than copping a feel could ever be. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#love #romance #shiver #love

For a second, he was still, blinking. Then he shook off all the blankets and coats so that his arms were free and he wrapped them around me as tightly as he could. I felt him shuddering, shuddering against me as he buried his face in my hair. I said, uselessly, "Sam, don't go." Sam cupped my face in his hands and looked me in the eyes. His eyes were yellow, sad, wolf, mine. "These stay the same. Remember that when you look at me. Remember it's me. Please."" — Grace and Sam (Shiver) ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#sam

Her eyes on my eyes. I was tearing apart, inside and outside. Her life. My life. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#life

Are there any other missing persons living under your roof? Elvis? Jimmy Hoffa? Amelia Earhart? I'd just like full disclosure now, before we go any further. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#officer-koenig #shiver #funny

It is possible to be in love with you just because of who you are. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#love #sam-roth #shiver #love

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Grace Brisbane. There was nothing particularly special about her, except that she was good with numbers, and very good at lying, and she made her home in between the pages of books. She loved all the wolves behind her house, but she love one of them most of all. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#mercy-falls #shiver #stiefvater #love