Together, we as one people are strong. We have the ability to love each other, no matter our differences. To help each other, no matter our weaknesses. We chose peace over war. Life over death. We chose to crown one man to be our sovereign, to guide us, to uphold us- not to rule, but to serve.
You.” The word was spat out at her, full of hatred. “What have you done to me?
The villains’ poor life choices weren’t exactly the bees’ fault, after all.
Nova started. “Your mom?” Adrian gave her a look, at first surprised, then amused. Leaning toward her, he fake-whispered, “I’m not actually related to the Captain and the Dread Warden, you know.
How peculiar. Perhaps it’s a programming glitch.” She stared down into Iko’s single sensor. “A programming glitch.” “Sure. You have programming, don’t you?” Iko lifted a spindly arm and gestured toward Cinder’s steel prosthetic. “I have a glitch, too. Sometimes I forget that I’m not human. I don’t think that happens to most androids.” Cinder.
Kai grinned. He couldn’t help it, and he did nothing to hide it when Levana turned a scowl on him. With a shrug, he told her, “She did warn you.” Levana.
You are not damaged like I am. You are not a hundred scattered pieces, blowing farther and farther away from each other.
Three empty blocks later, Thorne.
My men are hungry and restless, and you’ve put us in a confined space with a lot of sweet-smelling flesh.” Cinder raised an eyebrow. “If they need a snack, tell them to chew on each other for a while. I just want to make sure Jacin has enough time to reach as many sectors as possible.” Strom smirked, as if impressed at Cinder’s inability to be bullied.
These days, she would have auctioned off the Milky Way to make his intentions a little less honorable.
What were promises, anyway, when made to the dying?
With a nod, Thorne started down the street. “This way.” Five steps later he paused, pondered, turned around. “No, no, this way.” “We’re dead.” “No, I’ve got it now. It’s this way.” “Don’t you have an address?” “A captain always knows where his ship is. It’s like a psychic bond.” “If only we had a captain here.
She was a girl. A living girl, smart and sweet and awkward and unusual, and she was worth far more than they could ever realize.
The world needs heroes.
It’s dumb, I know. It’s not like Levana cares if I, you know, might have actual feelings for someone.” He craned his head again, tossing the screw back onto its pile. Cinder’s entire body tingled at his words, but she gulped, forcing the giddiness away. She reminded herself that this was the last time she would ever see him.
But then – how much do we really know anyone? Can we say with absolute certainty that we even truly know ourselves?
Try to fit in.” Winter glanced at her, a moment of perfect clarity and even humor in the look. She was right. They were filthy. They were bloody. Winter was a well-loved princess who was prettier than a bouquet of roses and crazier than a headless chicken. Fitting in would be a miracle.
So glad to be of service,” said the disembodied voice. “I’m Iko. Is anyone hurt?” “Everyone’s hurt,” said Cinder, groaning.
I thought you weren’t crazy anymore.” Winter grinned. “I never made any promises.
One more patronizing comment and I will have you slice off and nail your own tongue to the palace gate.