Perhaps we know each other in the future and you’re only remembering backward.
I am a criminal mastermind, I am here to take down this regime.
She’s our lost princess. And she’s coming home.
She cried for the girl who had never belonged. A girl who tried so hard, harder than anyone else, and still never had anything to show for it.
She dreamed of deep soul connections and passionate kisses and daring escapades. She was certain that he simply had to meet her, just once, and he would feel the same way. It would be like those epic love affairs that exploded into existence and burned white hot for all eternity. The type of love that time and distance and even death couldn’t separate.
I will accept any amount of monsters my mind wants to give me, but I will not become a monster myself.
Over everything, I choose you.
Impossible is my specialty.
The first time, he had wondered why she liked books so much, and if it had anything to do with why he liked spaceships. Because they could take you somewhere far, far away from here.
Why is a raven like a writing-desk?
Stuff and nonsense. Nonsense and stuff and much of a muchness and nonsense all over again. We are all mad here, don’t you know?
Leaning forward, Cinder spoke very clearly. “I have a computer in my brain,” she said. “So while I’m not going to tell you that I am the smartest or, by any means, the most experienced person in this room, I would suggest that no one use my youth to believe that I am also ignorant.
Oh, I fully intend to form an alliance with Luna.” Kai glanced at the cyborg foot again. “I just intend to put a different queen on the throne first.
Now mine eyes see the heart that once we did search for, and I fear this heart shall be mended, nevermore.
Winter reached over and pulled the pilot’s harness over Scarlet’s head. “Safety first, Scarlet-friend. We are fragile things.
You have my heart, Jest. I don’t know if you deserve it or not. I can’t tell if you’re a hero or a villain, but it doesn’t seem to matter. Either way, my heart is yours.
When she catches you,” the guard snarled, “my queen will eat your heart with salt and pepper.” “Well,” said Cinder, unconcerned, “my heart is half synthetic, so it’ll probably give her indigestion.” Kinney looked almost amused.
Somehow, Thorne’s inability to talk about his attraction to Cress spoke so much louder than an outright confession. After all, he had no trouble making suggestive commentary about Cinder.
Thorne, on the aisle, held out his hand as Cinder passed. She snorted and accepted the high five before floating up the stairs.
Cinder has a bit of a crush on him,” Thorne stage-whispered. “Don’t we all?” said Iko.