You want me to pin my entire operation, the entire revolution on some teenaged love story? I can’t believe this.
She was happy, yes, in her own way, as best as she knew.But there’s a difference between a single candle in darkness and a sunrise.
Shocked to see me?” I drawl at them, chuckling at the horrific joke.
I fear being alone more than anything else. So why do I do this? Why do I push away the people I love? What is so very wrong with me?I don’t know.And I don’t know how to make it stop.
They don’t know the meaning of danger or fear or pain. It’s only their pride that can be truly hurt.
Remember when we told each other no distractions?Yes. He runs a blazing finger over my earrings, touching each one in turn.Distract me.
For their lives, for their children’s lives, they will give up what little freedom they had left.
I’m starting to think you like prisons,” “And that you have the worst taste in men.
I’m afraid of failing. I’m afraid of letting this opportunity pass us by. And I’m afraid of what happens if nothing in this world ever changes.
No heart can be truly understood. Not even your own.
Thank you,” I whisper. Words I never thought I would say to her. They unsettle us both.”“You want to thank me, Barrow?” she mutters, kicking away the last of my bindings. “Then keep your word. And let this fucking place burn.” (300)
Red blood is just so hard to clean up” “You would know” I snap remembering Shade. “Because no matter how hard you try to hid it I see it all over your hands
histories of the world before our own. That was a world of empires, of corruption, of war-and more freedom than I’ve ever known. But the people of that time are gone, their dreams in ruin, existing only in smoke and ash.
So you choose him?”Cal betrayed me, and I betrayed him. And you betrayed us both, in a thousand different ways.’ The words are heavy as stone but right. So right. ‘I choose no one.
There’s a reason my only friends are written words
In what life can I trust anything out of your mouth ever again?
One day you men will learnto pay attention and all the world willtremble.
While we are together, I will never suffer a prison again.
I’m a Red girl in a sea of Silvers and I can’t afford to feel sorry for anyone, least of all the son of a snake.
No one is born a monster. But I wish some people were. It would make it easier to hate them, to kill them, to forget their dead faces.
One day he will leave, or die, or betray me like so many others have. One day, he will hurt me.
What I would do, to myself or anyone else, for the chance to go back home? But no one is there. No one I care about. They’re gone, protected, far away. Home is no longer the place we’re from. Home is safe with them. I hope.
We’ve taken everything from her, brother,” Maven murmurs, drawing close. “Surely we can give her this?” And then slowly, reluctantly, Cal nods and waves me into his room. Dizzy with excitement, I hurry inside, almost hopping from foot to
Why give him a choice at all? You said yourself, we need everyone we can get. If this Nix guy is half of what you are, we can’t afford to let him go.”The answer is so simple, and it cuts me to bone.“Because no one ever gave me a choice.
In the fairy tales, the poor girl smiles when she becomes a princess. Right now, I don’t know if I’ll ever smile again.
As you enter, you pray to leave. As you leave, you pray to never return.
we’re thieves, we’re rats. We know when to fight and when to run.
Only his eyes remain the same. Bronze, red-gold, like iron brought to blazing heat.
Cal stares ahead, as if his eyes alone can set the entire world on fire. I think he wants to. That would make this easier.
I know!” he growls back, his voice guttural. I wonder if all of his fire kind have eyes like his. Eyes that burn and smolder.
I must freeze my heart to the one person who insists on setting it ablaze.
When his flame falls, my lightning rises, and so on.
He looks like a ghost, haunted by a life suddenly torn away, and I don’t know how to comfort him.
Life has simply decided to open the floodgates, trying to drown me in a whirlwind of twists and turns.
But our mercy has a cost, and it might be our lives.
And I am revealed for exactly what I am – a particularly stupid fish, moving from hook to hook, never learning my lesson.
The thing with heat is, no matter how cold you are, no matter how much you need warmth, it always, eventually, becomes too much.
I am sorry, you mistook my disinterest for attention. I don´t care.
Weakness is acceptable, forgivable, around family. But not when lives and wars hang in the balance.
I see a world on the edge of a blade. Without balance, it will fall.
He told me once that he didn’t fear conscription as much as everyone else because the dozen bloodthirsty girls he was leaving behind were far more dangerous.