It was asparagus... He literally punched someone over a vegetable.” -The Heir.
Don’t give up, Maxon. I love you, please don’t give up.
If you want the crown, America, take it.
My girl.” Her weak fingers touched my hair. “I love you.” Those words were the first bookend of my day, and I could get through the rest of it knowing Kile Woodwork would be the other.
Does anyone know where the puppies even are?” America asked. “Why are they so far away?
And then he left. He just left!
Look at Lucy. She’s as pretty and sweet and smart as half of the girls who were in that pool of thirty-five, but this is the best she’ll ever have. A few hours in a borrowed dress. It’s not right.
I missed the ebb and flow of seasons, the way things changed.
Don’t you already know how I feel? I wanted to scream. Don’t you remember the safe room?
Maxon looked at her as if she was the most adorable thing on the planet.
It was over, and I knew that.
She had a daisy in her hair, but it had been dyed red to match her lipstick. Her.
No. I turned to Anne and gave her my first real order. “Anne, please take some refreshments to the king, queen, and prince and then come join me.” I faced Silvia. “The rest can fend for themselves. They chose to leave their maids alone, they can get their own damn water. Mine will be sitting with me. Come, ladies.
What is a friend but someone who thinks you’re capable of more than you do?
Love is the final course at a feast that I’m still waiting to be invited to.
I couldn’t believe it had taken me all these years to see this side of him. He tucked himself inside a shell, shutting himself away from others here because the palace had trapped him. Behind the books and the snippy remarks there was a curious, engaging, and sometimes very charming person.
It was a delicious feeling, falling in love.
It was like being alone without being alone.
The world woke up when I looked at him.
I printed out the best-looking photo of him, a joke he’d posted, and some information about his siblings. The scrapbooks weren’t things I liked to carry in public, so I placed my papers neatly in my bag to take home. Sorry, Warner. I swear, it wasn’t me you died for.