The Scorpio Races Quotes

“I am so, so alive.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, The Scorpio Races

“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, The Scorpio Races

“Did no one tell him that pain lives in this sand, dug in and watered with our blood?”
― Maggie Stiefvater, The Scorpio Races

“Have you thought this through? People die, love. I'm all for women, but this isn't a woman's game.'

For some reason, this irritates me more than anythign else I've heard all day. It's not even relevant.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, The Scorpio Races

“And there is the girl. When I first see her and her dun mare from my vantage point on the cliff road, I am struck first not by the fact that she is a girl, but by the fact that she's in the ocean. it's the dreaded second day, the day people start to die, and no one will get close to the surf. But there she is, trotting up to the knee in the water. Fearless.”
― 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, The Scorpio Races

“Usually, if you ask someone on the island where they come from, they say something like Round about Skarmouth or Back side of Thisby, the hard side or Stone's throw from Tholla. But not me. I remember being small, clutching my father's lined hand, and some wind-beaten old farmer who looked like he'd been dug out of the sod asking, "Where you from, girl?" I answered, in a voice too loud for my tiny freckled self, "The Connolly House." He said ,"What's that, now?" And I replied back, "Where we Connollys live. Because I'm one." And then -- I am still a bit embarrassed about this part of it, as it speaks to a black part of my character -- added, "And you're not.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, The Scorpio Races

“The capaill uisce plunged down the sand, skirmishing and bucking, shaking the sea foam out of their manes and the Atlantic from their hooves. They screamed back to the others still in the water, high wails that raised the hair on my arms. They were swift and deadly, savage and beautiful. The horses were giants, at once the ocean and the island, and that was when I loved them.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, The Scorpio Races