Marissa Meyer

Do I have permission to take control of you first? Just your bodies, not your minds.""I've been waiting for you to admit you wanted my body.

He also said to tell you that Wolf misses you very much.

Even if I believed I was doing good- for who I am to presume what is good for others?

I know that you are my guard, and you are my best friend. I know you would die for me. And I know that should that ever happen, I would die immediately after.

Thorne cleared his throat. "We need to get back to the house. We've already risked drawing enough attention, and she..." He looked at Winter. There was an edge to his expression, like he didn't trust anyone who was more attractive than he was. "...will definitely draw attention.

But was the woman's death the tragedy, or her life?

So much importance pressed into so few words. It was just like Jacin.

The huntsman took pity on her and said, "Run away into the woods, child, and never come back.

She was not a girl of ice and glass at all, but a girl of sunshine and stardust.

Crazy loves company, Sir Clay.

Jacin said nothing else. Neither did she. After the first ring was completed, she leaned her head against his thigh, making herself more comfortable as she picked out a sunburst orange. Overhead, Jacin sighed, and she felt the faintest brush of fingertips against her hair. A hint, a suggestion of togetherness, before he became a statue once more.

WINTER SPOILER - KINDA IDRKCinder looked away. Though so much had changed between them since that night, it still felt like an ice pick in her heart when she remembered the way he'd looked at her, and his horrified words: You're even more painful to look at than she is.

Winter shook her head, apology swimming in her amber eyes. Scarlet would have wanted to hug her if she hadn__ simultaneously wanted to strangle her.

I'll be safe and happy when I'm no longer afraid of my own mind.

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. __ot since I was old enough to control it. That's why the visions come to me. That's why I'm going mad.

She screamed like an assassin was driving a knife into her stomach.She screamed like a thousand birds were pecking at her flesh.She screamed like the palace was burning down around her.

I will accept this side effect. I will accept any amount of monsters my mind wants to give me, but I will not become a monster myself

The young princess was as beautiful as daylight. She was more beautiful even than the queen herself