Stella Grant Quotes

I never understood the importance of touch, his touch . . . until I couldn’t have it. - Stella Grant

When you have CF, you sort of get used to the idea of dying young. - Stella Grant

And even though he’s the actual worst . . . I don’t want him to die. - Stella Grant

His voice catches in his throat, and I know. I know in that moment that this “little thing” between us isn’t over. It’s just starting. - Stella Grant

Thirty-five percent is a number that keeps my mom up at night. She doesn’t say it, but her computer does. - Stella Grant

People are always looking at my cannula, my scars, my G-tube, not at me. - Stella Grant

Thank you,” I say. “For what?” he asks, looking up to meet my eyes. “For saying something real.”" - Stella Grant

I know in that moment, even though it could not be more ridiculous, that if I die in there, I won’t die without falling in love. - Stella Grant

I love him. And he’s about to leave my life forever so that I can have a life to live. - Stella Grant

Our eyes locked on each other’s as we struggle for air. For once, it has nothing to do with our CF. - Stella Grant

He was my best friend and I never hugged him. - Stella Grant

Another step back. And another, his footsteps crunching in the freshly fallen snow. His eyes are locked on mine, daring me to say something, to stop him. Challenging me to call out to him. - Stella Grant

Promise?” I ask. He nods and stretches his arm out, holding up a gloved pinky across the distance. I take it and we pinky promise. The smallest contact, but the first time we’ve ever touched. - Stella Grant

Stella looks at me across the table, the look in her hazel eyes by far the best birthday present I could ever get. - Will

I did want to be included. I just wasn't willing to pay the entry fee. On my better days I could even grant that we were the same creatures. Much was the same and little different. The same unlikely forms. Elbows. Skulls. The remnants of a soul.

I did want to be included. I just wasn't willing to pay the entry fee. On my better days I could even grant that we were the same creatures. Much was the same and little different. The same unlikely forms. Elbows. Skulls. The remnants of a soul.

man is born to work,’ says Isaac of Stella. We have placed our hand on the plough. We have resolved to build God’s kingdom here, in this humble monastery. God grant us courage, strength and manliness to stay faithful to the end.

I’ve had a vision,” Gabriel said, sounding excited. “It’s an opportunity. One we really mustn’t miss.” “What is it, Noxy?” Orion rose from his chair, moving to stand in front of me so the Atlas was held between us. “Lionel’s hosting a party at the palace on Christmas Eve,” he said. “And there’s going to be a chance for me to get inside and use the chair in the Royal Seer’s Chamber that night. The stars are going to grant me this one opportunity to use it even though I don’t officially hold that title.” I sucked in a breath. “That’s great.” “Yeah,” Gabriel said. “And I think we might have another opportunity at the same time too...” “Like what?” Orion asked. “Stella’s going to be at the party, which means you two could try and get onto her property. I can’t see how that might go unfortunately, she still has Nymphs stationed there and they’re keeping it concealed from me with the shadows.” “Why us?” I asked, glancing at Orion then back to my Atlas. “Because you’re the only two who won’t be invited to the party. Besides, you can break the wards, Orio, and Darcy, you know where to look for Diego’s hat.” My heart beat harder and adrenaline coursed through my veins as I accepted he was right. “Okay. Shit, let’s do it.” I looked up at Orion with a grin and he smirked back at me. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” Gabriel said. “The moon’s up.