Shiver

by Stiefvater, Maggie

• ISBN13: 9780545123273
• ISBN10: 0545123275
• Format: Paperback
• Copyright: 2010-06-01
• Publisher: Scholastic Paperbacks

Summary

For years, Grace has watched the wolves in the woods behind her house. One yellow-eyed wolf--her wolf--is a chilling presence she can't seem to live without. Meanwhile, Sam has lived two lives: In winter, the frozen woods, the protection of the pack, and the silent company of a fearless girl. In summer, a few precious months of being human . . . until the cold makes him shift back again.

Now, Grace meets a yellow-eyed boy whose familiarity takes her breath away. It's her wolf. It has to be. But as winter nears, Sam must fight to stay human--or risk losing himself, and Grace, forever.

"A lyrical tale of alienated werewolves and first love... Stiefvater skillfully increases the tension throughout; her take on werewolves is interesting and original while her characters are refreshingly willing to use their brains to deal with the challenges they face." -Publishers Weekly, starred review

"Readers will be able to enjoy Stiefvater's fast-paced storytelling and dedication to the old-fashioned art of creating a believable and enduring romance. Shiver is beautifully written, even poetic at times, and a perfect indulgence for readers of all ages." -Bookpage.com

Author Biography

Maggie Stiefvater is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the novels Shiver, Linger, Forever, and The Scorpio Races. She is also the author of Lament: The Faerie Queen’s Deception and Ballad: A Gathering of Faerie. She lives in Virginia with her husband and their two children. You can visit her online at www.maggiestiefvater.com.

Excerpts

EXCERPT FROM SHIVERThat night I lay in bed and stared at the window, my blinds pulled up so I could see the night sky. One thousand brilliant starspunched holes in my consciousness, pricking me with longing. I could stare at the stars for hours, their infinite depth pullingme into a part of myself that I ignored during the day.Outside, deep in the woods, I heard a long, keening wail, and then another, as the wolves began to howl. More voices pitchedin, some low and mournful, others high and short, an eerie and beautiful chorus. I knew my wolf's howl; his rich tone sangout above the others as if begging me to hear it.My heart ached inside me, torn between wanting them to stop and wishing they would go on forever. I imagined myself thereamong them in the golden wood, watching their heads tilt back to the endless stars. I blinked a tear away, feeling foolishand miserable, but I didn't go to sleep until every wolf had fallen silent.