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Maven has miscalculated. He believes enough corpses will make me come back. But I will not.

He almost looks like the boy I imagined. A second prince, content with his place, unburdened by a crown that was never his.

Words lie. See beyond them.

Swooning words. A romantic declaration. I can barely stop my eyes from rolling. "Save

Shocked to see me?" I drawl at them, chuckling at the horrific joke.

I let her hold me for a long while. I do my best not to cry. My best is not enough.

But our mercy has a cost, and it might be our lives.

Anyone can betray anyone.

...and who looks at a shadow when then have a flame? Who would ever choose a monster over a god?

This is the world I'm trying to bring down, the world trying to kill me and everything I care about.

The dawn is coming for you all.

In what life can I trust anything out of your mouth ever again?

Power is a dangerous game

From that day on, his bedchamber becomes ours.

He gave me exactly what I wanted, and it made me blind

I'm not a prince, my life has not been charming. I know to expect the worst out of everything and everyone.

Don't touch me," I snarl. "What was that? What happened? Where am I?" "Careful, you're turning into a philosopher.

You don't know how precarious things are, how close this world is to falling back into ruin.

Risk is part of the game.

You'll find I'm remarkably good at giving orders, and particularly awful at following them.

If you know someone's fear, you know them.

Only when someone else sees worth in me does he condescend to do the same.

It explodes too close, the heat pulsing through my hasty lightning shield. Dimly, I wonder if I'll die without eyebrows.

Thinking all Silvers are evil is just as wrong as thinking all Reds are inferior.

The door swings inward as the first soldier rounds the corner, but my thoughts are only of Cal. It seems princes make me blind.

You wouldn't know hardship if it kicked you in the teeth, and believe me, it does that a lot. So excuse me if I don't feel sorry for either of you.

We all have scars and ghosts of our own. Some drove us to the Scarlet Guard, and some were because of it. I know the sting of both.

Each point feels like the blow from a hammer, smashing me down to size.

I definitely have the screenwriting itch.

I-I don't think you're stupid. "That might be the nicest thing you ever said to me.

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'll miss you, little lightning girl.

You should sit," I tell Cal, finally growing tired of his vengeful intensity. "Unless you plan on wearing your way through the floor?

The war never leaves

They don't know the meaning of danger or fear or pain. It's only their pride that can be truly hurt.

Words can lie. See beyond them.

I flinch. The rag she gives me is clean, but it still smells like blood.

I'm not leaving this place unless I leave behind his corpse - or mine.

The world changed around us and we stayed the same.

Revenge is her right.

Like any wife, she hates her husband for challenging her.

A lie will raise me up, and one day another lie will bring me down.

I'm Barrow. Shade Barrow. And you better not get me killed.

I'm a shadow, and no one remembers shadows. Midnight

The thing with heat is, no matter how cold you are, no matter how much you need warmth, it always, eventually, becomes too much.

As beautiful as this world is, it's just as dangerous. People who are not useful, people who make mistakes, they can be removed. You can be removed.

No one notices, no one even cares, when I fade away again. I'm a shadow, and no one remembers shadows.

Their Silver war is being paid for in Red blood.

I write, having seen what's happening already in my head. I see it as a movie, and I'm just writing down what's happening in front of me.

I don't know how, but I hope you become queen one day. Imagine what you could do then? The Red queen.

I think life has simply decided to open its floodgates, trying to drown me in a whirlwind of twists and turns

Not a god's chosen, but a god's cursed. That's what we all are.

I have lived that life already, in the mud, in the shadows, in a cell, in a silk dress. I will never submit again. I will never stop fighting.

The hollow, headless crown lay on the throne, waiting for its next victim.

Every single thing I did, you stood behind me," I say. "If I'm turning into a monster, then so are you."
"Love blinds.

While we are together, I will never suffer a prison again.

I thought I knew Cal's heart, but now I realize that is impossible. No heart can ever be truly understood. Not even your own.

Cal might be born to rule, but Maven was meant for it. And Maven is willing to change the world for us, for the Reds he was raised to spit on.

This started when I fell into the Spiral Garden, a body made of sparks, and now it ends at the Bowl of Bones. I'll leave as a corpse.

I'm a Silver, sir."

"No you are not, Mare Barrow, and you must never forget it.

I definitely look up to Veronica Roth, Suzanne Collins, and J.K. Rowling.

Even now, the fish boy takes nothing seriously. He'll laugh his way into his grave.

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.

...when Cal ceased to be a prince and became an inferno.

I can't help but remember that my lips, now smiling for Maven, were kissing his brother last night.

I am only human, and humans are not supposed to deal with days like today

The lightning girl is easier to read than the pages of a children's book.

For all their strength, all their power, they still know the meaning of fear.

Revolution needs a spark," I murmur, repeating what Julian would say in our lessons. "And even sparks burn.

It's our nature. We destroy. It's the constant of our kind. No matter the color of blood, man will always fall.

For their lives, for their children's lives, they will give up what little freedom they had left.

A hundred years from now a newblood king will sit the throne you built him on the skulls of children.

There's a reason my only friends are written words

I woke up this morning as one person, and now I'm supposed to be someone else entirely.

And you're late."
"I prefer chronologically challenged.

There are worse lives to live. Don't feel sorry for me.

Red in the head, Silver in the heart

... but then boys are so strange with their toys. Especially those accustomed to losing things. They hold on more tightly than the rest.

She'll take my eyes for this."
And Julian will never read again. How can I ask for that?

I am a weapon made of flesh, a sword covered in skin. I was born to kill a king, to end a reign of terror before it can truly begin.

I assume he is the one unfortunate enough to be called Ptolemus.

Don't lie to a liar, and Maven is the grandest liar of all.

Uncle is gone, she wrote instead of all this. And somehow, in some way, I envy him.

It isn't hard to let people die when their deaths give life to something else.

Rise, red as the dawn.

We will rise up red as the dawn.

This morning I was a servant, tonight I'm a princess. How much more will change?

The guard won't stop. And while they are certainly to blame, you are as well. There is blood on your hards, Prince. And Maven's. And mine.

There is nothing so terrible as a story untold.

You are now Red in the head, Silver in the heart.

Silvers don't mind pain, but we are proud. Pride, dignity, honor; those are things no ability can replace.

Impossible,' the shadow says to me.

I'm good at what I do.

I am the king and you could've been my Red Queen.

I have sort of weaned myself off of reading my own reviews, which is a constant struggle.

My ignorance is becoming a theme." --Mare Barrow

Killers don't have to make sense.

This world is Silver, but it is also gray. There is no black-and-white. When

And some will believe. The fools. But others will not. Red and Silver, high and low, some will see the truth.

we're reduced to our bones, to two teenagers grumbling in a cage. I