Hey, I’m not judging. I’m familiar with IT-relations. Just wait until you meet our spaceship. She’s a riot.
I think I realized that I would rather die because I betrayed them, than live because I betrayed you.
He wouldn’t even dance with Levana at the stupid ball if he could help it – to hell with diplomacy.
Right. I’m sure that poor etiquette is the number one reason for most failed revolutions.
Maybe great, epic romances don’t just happen. We have to make them ourselves.
It always came back to love. More than freedom, more than acceptance – love. True love, like they sang about in the second era. The kind that filled up a person’s soul. The kind that lent itself to dramatic gestures and sacrifices. The kind that was irresistible and all-encompassing.
See that eye roll? It translates to, ‘How am I possibly keeping my hands off of you, Captain?
So I’m going to Luna, and I’m going to start a revolution.
He shrugged against her. “The people of Luna don’t need a princess. They need a revolutionary.” Cinder furrowed her brow. “A revolutionary,” she repeated. She liked that a lot better than princess.
Before she knew what she was doing, she was storming after Kai. She grabbed his elbow and spun him back around to face her. Without hesitating, Cinder wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
Wolf’s eyes saddened. “I know. You’ll do what you have to do.” Peeling her hands off his shoulders, he placed a sweet kiss against her wrist, where the blood pulsed beneath her skin. “And so will I.
She had the bone structure of a bird. Wolf probably could have crushed her with his fingertips.
Try to find something that makes you happy. Your life is not going to get easier once Queen Levana is your wife. If you had even one small thing that brought you happiness, or hope that things could someday be better, then maybe that would be enough to sustain you.
Fear was a weakness in the court. Much better to act unperturbed. Much safer to act crazy, when in doubt.
Never underestimate the stealth of a criminal mastermind.
Over a dozen thaumaturges were stationed around the room. It was almost like the queen expected someone to start trouble.
I do understand that,” said Cinder, her tone heavy as she pulled her gaze away from Jacin, meeting each of the others’ in turn. “If we succeed, we’ll be starting a war.
Part of her felt like she should take Wolf’s hand, but the most intimate contact she’d ever had with him before was the occasional friendly punch to the jaw. It wouldn’t have felt natural, so instead she stood just within arm’s reach, her hands fisted in her pocket.
Her netlink fished for information, telling her that the palace had been built after World War IV, when the city was little more than rubble.
Believe me, Cinder. You are a sacrifice I will never regret.