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Maggie Stiefvater

Margaret "Maggie" Stiefvater (/ˈstiːvɑːtər/ STEE-vah-tər; born November 18, 1981) is an American writer of Young Adult fiction, known mainly for her series of fantasy novels The Wolves of Mercy Falls and The Raven Cycle. She currently lives in Virginia.

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Do you know how to wrap a leg?" "I was born wrapping legs," I say stiffly, because I'm insulted. "Must've been a challenging delivery," Sean notes.

Challenges, Insulted, Legs, Notes, Say, Wrap

I have a certain avoidance of reality that makes fantasy an ideal choice for me.

Certain, Choices, Fantasy, Ideal, Reality

Grace,” I said, very softly. “Say something. ” Sam,” she said, and I crushed her to me.

Crushed, Grace, Said, Say, Softly

If you never saw the stars, candles were enough.

Candles, Enough, Saw, Saws, Stars

Oh! Your hand is cold. " Ashley cupped her fingers against her shirt to warm them. "I've been dead for seven years," Noah said. "That's as warm as they get.

Against, Cold, Cupped, Hands, Warm, Years

She screamed, the high scream that was neither human nor animal but something terrible in between, the sort of sound that you never forget no matter how many beautiful things you hear afterward.

Animal, Beautiful, Human, Screamed, Sound

This is a love story. I never knew there were so many kinds of love or that love could make people do so many different things. I never knew there were so many different ways to say goodbye.

Different, Goodbye, Love, People, Story

Hi,' I said, and I hugged her. I missed her more now that I actually had her in my arms than when I hadn't.

Arms, Hugged, Missed, Said

The inside of the old Camaro smelled like asphalt and desire, gasoline and dreams.

Desire, Dream, Gasoline, Old, Smelled

Where do you live?" Adam's mouth was very set. "A place made for leaving" "That's not really an answer. " "It's not really a place.

Answers, Leaving, Mouth, Mouths, Set

His face was just strange enough that she wanted to keep looking at it.

Enough, Faces, Looking, Strange

We dance, we dance. You hold the thread of my soul. You spin, you spin. And you unravel the part from the whole. We laugh, we laugh. I'm so far from where I began. I fall, I fall. And I forget that I am. -from Golden Tongue:The Poems of Steven Slaughter

Fall, Laughing, Soul, Thread

Grace (talking about Sam): At the sight of him, my stomach slid down to my feet, a weird combination of relief, nerves, and anticipation all in one, a feeling that never seemed to go away.

Combination, Feet, Relief, Seemed, Sight, Talking

Don't panic. Are you sitting? You probably don't need to sit. Well, possibly. At least lean on something.

Needs, Panic, Probably, Sitting

That was pretty much all you needed to know about Cole, right there. He saw something he didn't quite understand, liked it, and took it to be his.

Knows, Needed, Pretty, Quite, Right, Saws

I think-I need to ask an embarrassing question. Do you think I could borrow a pair of scrubs? I-uh-my pants-" "Oh!" Cried the poor nurse. "Yes. Absolutely. I'll be right back. " [. . . ] "Thanks," I mumbled. "I'll just change here. He's not looking at anything at the moment. " I gestured toward Sam, who was looking convincingly sedated. The nurse vanished through the curtains. Sam eye's flashed open again, distinctly amused. He whispered, "Did you just tell that man you went potty on yourself?" "You. Shut. UP. " I hissed back furiously.

Eye, Men, Mumbled, Sedated, Think, Thinking

I wanted a library like this. . . [] A cave of words that I'd made myself.

Caves, Library, Like, Made, Words

Did no one tell him that pain lives in this sand, dug in and watered with our blood?

Blood, Dug, Pain, Sand, Tell

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.

Eye, Grace, Kept, Names, Said

and i am a boy waiting-for the heat and fruitfulness of summer,waiting to see who will walk out of those woods for me. Waiting for my lovely summer girl

Boys, Girl, Heat, See, Summer

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