Maggie Stiefvater
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That night, like every other night since I’d met her, I curled Grace into my arms, listening to her parents’ muffled movements in the living room. They were like busy little brainless birds, fluttering in and out of their nest at all hours of the day or night, so involved in the pleasure of nest building that they hadn’t noticed that it had been empty for years. ✨ Maggie Stiefvater (2011). Shiver, p.167, Scholastic UK

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