Aimee Carter

Maybe you'll win when hell freezes over."He raised an eyebrow."That could be easily arranged.

...death is inevitable for all of us. The only thing that really matters in the end is how we choose to live.

He is an idiot," I said. "One who thinks he's a genius/ They're the most dangerous kind.""No, the most dangerous kind are the ones with power," he said.

He's my family, and you don't just push family aside for some itch you want to scratch. That's not how real love works. Real love is support, even when you're fighting. Real love in honesty, even when the truth hurts like hell. Real love is being there through every miserable minute and every indefinite minute.

I care," he said in a trembling voice. "I care so much that I do not know how to tell you without it seeming inconsequential compared to how I feel. Even if I am distant at times and seem as if I do not want to be with you, it is only because this scares me, too.

But the world is out there, and it understands that the illusion of knowledge and freedom is not the same as the real thing. Eventually it will fade, and there are those who will do whatever it takes to make that happen sooner rather than later.

It only takes one voice to give others the chance to see possibilities.

Sadness doesn't equal weakness, sweetheart. If anything, it shows the love you have inside of you, and nothing stronger in this world exists.

A silhouette stepped toward us, and another wave of pure power ripped through the throne room. "I'm only going to warn you once, Cronus," said a voice, dark and dangerous. "Get the hell away from my wife.

I almost forgot how gorgeous Adonis is," she [Ava] said, "We should have made him one of us."She [Ava] wouldn't have gotten any argument out of me, but a strange sound escaped from James, almost like he was growling. "And have to endure another narcissistic blond running around? No, thank you.

Together, we will prevail, and we will be free.

Have you ever played chess, Kitty?__ eyed her. What did a board game have to do with this? __ot really.___ou and I should play sometime. I think you would like it,_ she said. __t__ a game of strategy, mostly. The strong pieces are in the back row, while the weak pieces__he pawns__re all in the front, ready to take the brunt of the attack. Because of their limited movement and vulnerability, most people underestimate them and only use them to protect the more powerful pieces. But when I play, I protect my pawns.___hy?_ I said, not entirely sure where this conversation was going. __f they__e weak, then what__ the point?___hey may be weak when the game begins, but their potential is remarkable. Most of the time, they__l be taken by the other side and held captive until the end of the game. But if you__e careful__f you keep your eyes open and pay attention to what your opponent is doing, if you protect your pawns and they reach the other side of the board, do you know what happens then?__ shook my head, and she smiled.__our pawn becomes a queen._ She touched my cheek, her fingers cold as ice. __ecause they kept moving forward and triumphed against impossible odds, they become the most powerful piece in the game. Never forget that, all right? Never forget the potential one solitary pawn has to change the entire game.

There's a very thin line between rightfully protesting, and protesting so much that it becomes clear you're trying to hide something.

Sometimes you have to sacrifice your queen to capture the king.

It doesn't matter," said Persephone. "He [Henry] wasn't supposed to do that. While I ruled with him, we only made a few exceptions, and even then there were so many caveats that no one ever really made it back to the surface. He violated everything he's stood for since the dawn of humanity to save your life.

Can I try something?" I said. "If you dont' like it, I'll stop.

Keep trying until you have no more chances left.

She's proud of you. She said so herself. And she knows you deserved a chance to be happy. I know that, too" I added. "I just wish Henry could look at me the way he looks at you."Persephone wrapped her fingers around mine. "You should be glad he doesn't. When he looks at me, he hurts. But when he sees you..." She smiled faintly "He has hope. I'm not surprised you don't notice it. It took me a while to read him, too. I spent thousands of years with him though, and I know that look. I saw it the day we got married. You don't forget the first time someone looks at you like that.