Politeness, it turned out, was almost as effective when you wanted someone to do something for you. And kindness went further toward lasting admiration than any amount of mind control. Word.
Why is a raven like a writing desk? Because they both have quills dipped in ink.
I haven’t used my glamour since I was twelve years old,” she whispered, gaze piercing as if it were very important to her that Scarlet understand this. “Not since I was old enough to control it. That’s why the visions come to me. That’s why I’m going mad.
He may be the one dressed like a fool, but it seemed the title was reserved for her.
Besides,” Hatta said, tossing the shredded paper back at her. It wisped and fluttered and clung to the fabric of her gown. “I have a personal rule about not entering into business with spineless creatures. No snakes. No slippery eels. And worst of all, no fickle women.
Thorne was flying, so it was a constant stream of near-death experiences. How’s emperor life?” “Oh, you know. Press conferences. Cabinet meetings. Adoring fans everywhere I go.” “So also a constant stream of near-death experiences?” “Pretty much.
Because the palace walls have been bleeding for years, and no one else sees it.
A beating heart was skewered on its tip. It was broken, cut almost clean in half by a blackened fissure that was filled with dust and ash.
But just before their lips touched, Thorne thrust his hand in between them, receiving dual kisses on his fingers. Wolf and Scarlet jerked back. “Slow those rockets,” said Thorne. “I’m no expert, but I’m pretty sure we’re not to the kissing part yet.
Cinder felt her heart tug in sympathy – she could relate to being a slave for her “guardian,” but she couldn’t recall ever being afraid that Adri might actually kill her. Well, other than that time she sold her off for plague research.
Yes, Kinney?” said Cinder. “The captain and his crew are requesting an audience.” “Ha!” Thorne’s voice carried from the corridor. “I told you I could get him to call me the captain.
It is a beautiful irony that the great queen we’ve ever had is the first to take off her crown.
No. She couldn’t stay here. She could not stand to be lost to the darkness forever, when there was still a whole universe she’d never seen.
I do not ‘boss.’ I advise decisively.
Winter was a well-loved princess who was prettier than a bouquet of roses and crazier than a headless chicken.
I rather enjoy nonsense.
She felt the press of time as keenly as Kai had. She’d already wasted too much of it. Kissing Thorne in the atrium. Hiding in that cabinet. Dodging in and out of corridors like a lost rabbit.
Maybe the princess can save herself.
I have begun to wonder if perfection might be its own flaw.” She smirked. “Though perhaps a flaw can contribute to perfection.
Sweet Crescent Moon... ,” he whispered, his lips barely able to form the words. He began to shiver. “Up in the sky... ” He hummed a few bars of a song, a lullaby that seemed barely familiar. “You sing your song... so sweetly... after sunshine passes...