Quotes From "The Scorpio Races" By Maggie Stiefvater

I stare at him. "You can't risk not winning. Not because of me." Sean doesn't lift his eyes from the counter. "We make our move when you make yours. You on the inside, me on the outside. Corr can come from the middle of the pack; he's done it before. It's one side you won't have to worry about." I say, "I will not be your weakness, Sean Kendrick." Now he looks at me. He says, very softly, "It's late for that, Puck. Maggie Stiefvater

Make sure the seaweed lies flat.'' Okay.'' Leave an inch below the knee.'' Okay.'' It's got to be loose enough to put a finger in the top.'' Sean Kendrick.' I say it emphatically enough that the stallion's ears prick toward me. (..)Sean doesn't appear to be at all apologetic. 'I think you'd better let me do that after all.'' You're the one who had me in here in the first place.' I say. 'Now I think it's you who doesn't trust me.'' It's not just you, ' He replies. I glower at him. 'Well, I'll tell you what. I'll hold him and you wrap. That way, when it's done wrong, there's only yourself to slap. And take your jacket. I'm tired of holding it. . Maggie Stiefvater

The walls of the arch are covered with blood-red jellies that wink and glisten at me by the light of the moon. My father told me they were completely harmless. I don't believe him. Nothing is completely harmless. Maggie Stiefvater

They're saying that you and Sean Kendrick were burning up the cliffs." Tommy spins me again and grins at me. "And when I say you and Sean Kendrick, I mean you and Sean Kendrick. And by burning, I mean burning. Maggie Stiefvater

It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die. Maggie Stiefvater

He keeps getting older while I'm not paying attention. Maggie Stiefvater

What can't you bear?'' This island, ' Gabe says. He breathes a long pause between every word he says. 'That house you and Finn are in. People talking. The fish - goddamn fish. I'll smell like them for the rest of my life. The horses. Everything. I can't do it any more.'.. . It feels like he's confessed that he's dying of a disease I've never heard of, with symptoms I can't see. Maggie Stiefvater

The truth is, I feel myself being fascinated and repelled by her: She's both a mirror of myself and a door to part of this island that I'm not. Maggie Stiefvater

Eaton looks to the man next to him, who licks his lips before saying, “There are rules on paper and rules too big for paper.” It takes me a moment to realize what this means, which is that there really is no rule against it, but they’re not going to let me ride anyway. This is like when Gabe and I would play games when we were younger – as soon as I got close to winning, he would change the rules on me. And just like back then, the unfairness of it makes my chest burn. Maggie Stiefvater

I don't trust the ocean, either; it would kill me as soon as not. It doesn't mean I'm afraid of it. Maggie Stiefvater

It's easy to convince men to love you, Puck. All you have to do is be a mountain they have to climb or a poem they don't understand. Something that makes them feel strong or clever. It's why they love the ocean. Maggie Stiefvater

As the sun shines low and red across the water, I wade into the ocean. The water is still high and brown and murky with the memory of the storm, so if there’s something below it, I won’t know it. But that’s part of this, the not knowing. The surrender to the possibilities beneath the surface. It wasn’t the ocean that killed my father, in the end. The water is so cold that my feet go numb almost at once. I stretch my arms out to either side of me and close my eyes. I listen to the sound of water hitting water. The raucous cries of the terns and the guillemots in the rocks of the shore, the piercing, hoarse questions of the gulls above me. I smell seaweed and fish and the dusky scent of the nesting birds onshore. Salt coats my lips, crusts my eyelashes. I feel the cold press against my body. The sand shifts and sucks out from under my feet in the tide. I’m perfectly still. The sun is red behind my eyelids. The ocean will not shift me and the cold will not take me. . Maggie Stiefvater

Somewhere close bye, a man is moaning; he's been trampled or thrown or bitten. He sounds resentful or surprised. Did no one tell him that pain lives in this sand, dug in and watered with our blood? Maggie Stiefvater

It's only because I've lived with brothers that I realize, after a moment, that he's not looking outside but rather inside, wrestling with something inside himself. And there's nothing for it but to wait. Maggie Stiefvater

I seem at once cursed to say precisely what I'm thinking to him and unable to tell what he thinks about it. Maggie Stiefvater

The truth is, until you know any different, the island is enough. Actually, I know different. And it's still enough. Maggie Stiefvater

Sean reaches between us and slides a thin bracelet of red ribbons over my free hand. Lifting my arm, he presses his lips against the inside of my wrist. I'm utterly still; I feel my pulse tap several times against his lips, and then he releases my hand." For luck, " he says. He takes Dove's lead from me." Sean, " I say, and he turns. I take his chin and kiss his lips, hard. I'm reminded, all of a sudden, of that first day on the beach, when I pulled his head from the water. "For luck, " I say to his startled face. . Maggie Stiefvater

Annie looks dreamy, but she always does because she can’t see farther than three feet away. Elizabeth looks vaguely angry, but she always does because she can see farther than three feet away. Maggie Stiefvater

I wonder how long it will take for me to feel as adult inside as I look outside. Maggie Stiefvater

I whisper like the sea in the horse's ear. Maggie Stiefvater

My mother always said that I was born out of a bottle of vinegar instead of born from a womb and that she and my father bathed me in sugar for three days to wash it off. I try to behave, but I always go back to the vinegar. Maggie Stiefvater

I slowly wipe my bloody hand a crossed my jacket and draw my switch blade from my pocket. I show it to him. Mutt regards it with contempt. "How is it you're thinking you'll stop e with that wee thing?" The blade snaps out audibly. Mutt would not be the largest thing to die on the slender point of it. "I don't think I'll stop you, " I say. "I think that you will cut my horse and then when you come out of that stall, I will use this to cut your heart out and hand it to you. . Maggie Stiefvater

I see the pricks of blood the spear has left in his shoulder, and when Mutt slides the door shut, I spring on to Mutt and press my little switchblade to his great bulging neck. I can see his skin sucking in with his pulse. My knife lies right next to it. "I thought you said to beat you on the sand, " Mutt says. corr slams the wall of his stall with his hooves. My voice hisses out through a cage of my teeth. "I also said ten drops of your blood for every drop of his." I want a pool of his blood around him like the one beneath Edana. I want him to lie against this wall and whimper like she does. I want him to know he'll never stand again. I want him to remember David Prince's death mask as he wears it for himself. . Maggie Stiefvater

In the sea, Corr’s clumsiness will disappear, his weight cradled by the saltwater. I don’t want to say good-bye. I blink to clear my vision and reach up. I pull off his halter. The ocean is his love and now, finally, he’ll have it. I back out of the surf. There’s a thin, long wail. Corr takes a labored step away from the November sea. And another. He is slow, and the sea sings to us both, but he returns to me. . Maggie Stiefvater

The tourists always seem to want something. On Thisby, it's less about wanting, and more about being." I wonder after I say it if he'll think I sound like have no drive or ambition. Maggie Stiefvater

It's a strange thing, to be talked about instead of talked to. Maggie Stiefvater