Winston frowned. “They said we only had fifteen minutes.” “That – ” started Oscar, holding up a finger. Then he deflated, clearing his throat. “ – was actually true.
Is it terrible,” she said, “that it might take the fall of humanity to make me feel this relaxed?
That is one of the great things about being a storyteller. We get to write our own story, too.
Human, God, monster – we are all the victims of fate and fortune. Whether or not the great wheel will land in our favor, only time will tell.
Just once. But who did he have left to fight? Nightmare, once thought to be his greatest enemy, was already in prison. And in a few short weeks, she would be dead.
Smiling through the pain when all he wanted to do was take a couple of painkillers and spend the afternoon reclined on a sofa watching television.
Serilda felt immediately comforted by the scent of leather and vellum, parliament and binding glue and ink. She inhaled deeply, ignoring the odd look that Leyna gave her. It was the scent of stories, after all.
The grins of strangers who were too blind to see the frustration behind her pretty face and pretty clothes and pretty life –.
Acknowledgments.
Are you reading fairy tales, miller’s daughter? Or are you living one?
What I need is to know that I’m not responsible for whatever they’ll do to you. You need to stop being stupid and get out of here. At least give yourself a chance!
No you don’t understand anything! A week ago, I knew exactly who I was, what I was, and maybe that was a worthless cyborg, but at least I knew that. And now... now I’m Lunar, I’m a Lunar who supposedly might have magic but can’t use it, and now there’s this insane queen who for some reason wants to kill me.
Anything to keep Adrian safe.
Don’t you understand? My role has been compromised since that first night in the gardens. I don’t want you to marry the King. And even if I could still somehow claim your heart, even after telling you how cruel and unfair I’ve treated you, I wouldn’t be able to give it to the White Queen. Catherine, I don’t want your heart to belong to anyone but me.
Or perhaps it didn’t have much to do with the headphones at all. She flushed, remembering how it had felt to lay her head against Adrian’s chest. To listen to his heartbeat. There had been a feeling she couldn’t recall having experienced since she was a child. The uncanny sensation of being safe.
He didn’t care about any of that. Hope and clarity swelled inside him. Nova was innocent.
Quien no tiene temor no puede ser valiente.
Hey, look!′ yells Jude. ‘It’s Carlos! Just in time to prevent a painfully awkward moment.
They’re killjoys down there, anyway,” added Oscar. “The ones that always bring the vegetable trays to the party, you know what I mean?” He gave her a knowing look.
A hint of lace had been added at her cleavage, accentuating the fact that, at fourteen, Peony had already developed curves that Cinder couldn’t begin to hope for. If Cinder’s body had ever been predisposed to femininity, it had been ruined by whatever the surgeons had done to her, leaving her with a stick-straight figure. Too angular. Too boyish. Too awkward with her heavy artificial leg.