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The Scorpio Races by Maggie Stiefvater
The Scorpio Races by Maggie Stiefvater








The Scorpio Races by Maggie Stiefvater

Review Quotes Praise for The Scorpio Races: * "Masterful. The Scorpio Races is an unforgettable reading experience. As she did in her bestselling Shiver trilogy, author Maggie Stiefvater takes us to the breaking point, where both love and life meet their greatest obstacles, and only the strong of heart can survive. She is in no way prepared for what is going to happen. So she enters the competition - the first girl ever to do so.

The Scorpio Races by Maggie Stiefvater

But fate hasn't given her much of a choice. She never meant to ride in the Scorpio Races. He is a young man of few words, and if he has any fears, he keeps them buried deep, where no one else can see them. At age nineteen, Sean Kendrick is the returning champion. Riders attempt to keep hold of their water horses long enough to make it to the finish line. It happens at the start of every November: the Scorpio Races. With her trademark lyricism, Stiefvater turns to a new world, where a pair are swept up in a daring, dangerous race across a cliff-with more than just their lives at stake should they lose.īook Synopsis From the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Shiver and Linger comes a brand new, heartstopping novel. The ocean will not shift me and the cold will not take me.About the Book From the #1 "New York Times"-bestselling author of "Shiver" and "Linger" comes a brand-new, heartstopping novel. The sand shifts and sucks out from under my feet in the tide. I smell seaweed and fish and the dusky scent of the nesting birds onshore. 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 listen to the sound of water hitting water. I stretch my arms out to either side of me and close my eyes. The water is so cold that my feet go numb almost at once. It wasn’t the ocean that killed my father, in the end. The surrender to the possibilities beneath the surface. But that’s part of this, the not knowing. 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. “As the sun shines low and red across the water, I wade into the ocean.










The Scorpio Races by Maggie Stiefvater