Yes, she was dead. Yes, she was gone. They’d murdered her. These monsters had murdered her.
And once we get Scarlet back, she and wold are going to retire to some farm in France and have a litter of baby wolf cubs.
She pictured him the last time she’d seen him, raving and tortured and afraid. How she’d screamed at him. Told him she never wanted to see him again. How could he be dead, only twenty-four hours later?
My power works by intention more than anything, so back then, I was still just scribbling random lines, but in my head I was drawing dinosaurs and aliens. So then the house became overrun with tiny little squiggle lines that believed they were dinosaurs and aliens and were always trying to chomp down on people’s toes when they were walking around.
Her mother set her fork down on the table, so carefully that she might as well have thrown it.
You just never know when a stranger will want to take you somewhere you don’t mean to go.
That was one thing she loved about children. They were always surprising her.
Hi,” he said. “What are you doing here?” she blurted in response. Adrian started, tucking his hands into his pockets. “I was worried about you.
Stars, Cinder, if I’d known you were going to embargo me for asking you on a date, I wouldn’t have dared.
Sin miedo, no hay coraje.
Thorne cuffed his sleeves. “Never underestimate the stealth of a criminal mastermind.” Scarlet started laughing from where she sat cross-legged on a plastic storage crate, enjoying a bowl of oatmeal. “‘Criminal mastermind’? We’ve been trying to figure out how to infiltrate the royal wedding for the past week, and so far your biggest contribution has been determining which of the palace rooftops is the most spacious so your precious ship doesn’t get scratched in the landing.
Margaret had the great hardship of being unbearably unattractive.
Margaret would have been frequently mistaken for a boy. An unattractive one.
Or, maybe not Nightmare, specifically. But think about it. I was in that prison – wrongfully, yes – but it still gave me time to think about my life and my choices, and to decide that, if I ever got out of there, I would do things differently.
The girl who was so easy to talk to. The girl who was so authentic, who didn’t pretend to be something she wasn’t. Or so he’d thought.
There was a time” – Cheshire yawned – “when you overflowed with whimsy and icing sugar. I liked that Catherine better.
The waiter arrives, swapping out the empty appetizer plate with a giant platter of nachos, piled high with roasted pork, gooey cheese, and all the fixings.
As I understand,” she said, “gold has caused as many problems as it has ever solved.
Igualdad. Justicia. Paz. Esos son ideales por los que vale la pena sacrificarse.
Las reinas verdaderas se hacen no en tiempos de prosperidad, sino en tiempos de apremios.