Quotes by Marissa Meyer

Theyre the first crew Ive ever had and most of them even call me Captain. Im going to miss them.

Tapping a finger against the flesh of her elbow, she deadpanned, “Jacin Clay, there is an assassin under my bed.

And they all lived happily to the end of their days.

You think I’m perfect?”He didn’t look away. Didn’t look bashful or even nervous. Just stared at her, like she’d asked him if Luna orbited the Earth. Then he leaned over and brushed a kiss against her forehead.“Just sort of,” he said. “You know. On a good day.

Emperor, right. she retacked the curtain Thats weird to say, after eighteen years of listening to celebrity gossip feeds go on and on about Earths favorite prince. She claimed one of the lumpy sofa cushions, curling her legs beneath her. I had a picture of him taped to my wall when I was fifteen. Grand-mere cut it off a cereal box.Wolf scowled.Of course, half the girls in the world probably have had that same picture from that same cereal box.Wolf scrunched his shoulders against his neck, and Scarlet grinned, teasing. Oh, no. Youre not going to have to fight him for pack dominance now are you? Come here.She beckoned him with a wave of her hand and he was at her side in half a second, the glower softening as he pulled her against his chest.

Cinder flexed her tongue, testing it, and raised her voice.I am princess Selene.Levana leaned forward. Your are an impostor!And I am ready to claim whats mine. People of Artemisia, this is your chance. Renounce Levana as your queen and swear fealty to me, or I swear that when I wear that crown, very person in this room will be punished for their betrayal.

Winter’s head snapped around, away from Scarlet. Scarlet’s pace slowed, dread pulsing through her as she, too, heard the footsteps. Pounding footsteps, like someone was running at full speed toward them. She reached for the knife Jacin had given her. A man barrelled around the corner, heading straight for the princess. Winter tensed half a second before he reached her. Grabbing Winter’s elbow, he yanked back the red hood. Scarlet gasped. Her knees weakened. The man stared at Winter with a mixture of confusion and disappointment and maybe even anger, all locked up in eyes so vividly green that Scarlet could see them glowing from here. She was the one hallucinating now. She took a stumbling, uncertain step forward. Wanting to run toward him, but terrified it was a trick. Her hand tightened around the knife handle as Wolf, ignoring how Winter was trying to pull away, grabbed her arm and smelled the filthy red sleeve of Scarlet’s hoodie, streaked with dirt and blood. He growled, ready to tear the princess apart. “Where did you get this?” So desperate, so determined, so him. The knife slipped out of Scarlet’s hand. Wolf’s attention snapped to her. “Wolf?” she whispered. His eyes brightened, wild and hopeful. Releasing Winter, he strode forward. His tumultuous eyes scooped over her. Devoured her. When he was in arm’s reach, Scarlet almost collapsed into him, but at the last moment she had the presence of mind to step back. She planted a hand on his chest. Wolf froze, hurt flickering across his face. “I’m sorry,” said Scarlet, her voice teetering with exhaustion. “It’s just…I smell so awful, I can hardly stand to be around myself right now, so I can’t even imagine what it’s like for you with your sense of

Im going to make it a law that the correct way to address your sovereign is my giving a high five. Kais smiled brightened. Thats genius. Me too.

Ill be safe and happy when Im no longer afraid of my own mind.

Crazy loves company, Sir Clay.

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.

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

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

Thorne cleared his throat. We need to get back to the house. Weve already risked drawing enough attention, and she... He looked at Winter. There was an edge to his expression, like he didnt trust anyone who was more attractive than he was. ...will definitely draw attention.

My stepmother is not only powerful because the people fear her, she is powerful because she can make them love her when she needs them to. We think that if we choose to do only good, then we are only good. We can make people happy. We can offer tranquility or contentment or love, and that must be good. We do not see the falsehood becoming its own brand of cruelty.”The ship trembled and their speed increased. Luna blurred beneath them.“Once,” Winter continued, pushing the words out of her lungs. “Once I believed with all my heart that I was doing good. But I was wrong.

But was the womans death the tragedy, or her life?

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

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

Jacin’s fingers curled around his knife. It was torture. Jacin looked more afraid than when he’s stood on trial. More afraid than when his torso had been stripped raw from the lashings. This was the last time she would ever see him. This was her last moment. Her last breath. Suddenly, all of the politics and all of the games stopped mattering. Suddenly, she felt daring. “Jacin,” she said, with a shaky smile. “You must know. I cannot remember a time when I didn’t love you. I don’t think such a time ever existed.”His eyes filled with a thousand emotions. But before he could say whatever he would say, before he could kill her, Winter grabbed the front of his shirt with both hands and kissed him. He thawed much quicker than shed expected. Almost instantly, like he’d been waiting for this moment, he grabbed her hips and pulled her against him with a possessiveness that overwhelmed her. His lips were desperate and starved as he leaned into the kiss, pressing her against the rail. She gasped, and he deepened the kiss, threading one hand into the hair at the nape of her neck. Her head swam, muddles with heat and a lifetime of desire. Jacin’s other hand abandoned her hip. She heard the ring of steel as the knife was pulled from its scabbard. Winter shuddered and kissed him harder, filling it with every fantasy she’d ever had. Jacin’s hand slipped out of her hair. His arm encircled her. He held her against him like he couldn’t get close enough. Like he meant to absorb her body into his. Releasing his shirt, Winter found his neck, his jaw. She felt the tips of his hair on her thumbs. He made a noise and she couldn’t tell if it was desire or pain or regret or a mix of everything. His arm tensed against her back. His weight shifted as he raised the knife.

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.