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266 pages, Paperback
First published October 7, 2014
I can see it so clearly, us walking through the meadow, to the edge of the pond where the wild roses are in full bloom. He will take my hand, lay me down in the soft grass, and kiss me gently. Then, years later, he will put his hands to my swollen belly, a look of awe and joy radiating in his smile. I can see a tiny face, dark like his father’s, resting nestled in my arms. I see our whole life stretched out before us.This book is about Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez. I'll explain how in a sec.
And it’s beautiful.
“My sweet Helen, for you I would be Paris, and for your love, I would defy God himself and then return to you for a kiss.”You might be fooled into thinking this book is an epic tale of how Catherine the Great grew up. You'd be wrong. This book is, more or less, Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez if Justin, Scooter Braun, and...say...Lil Za had all fallen in love with Selena. Seriously, some of the lines uttered in this book are as dumb and wildly improbable as the lyrics from a Justin Bieber song.
“Of the entire universe, I only wanted you,” I whisper the words against his lips, a solemn pledge.For example: Justin Bieber lyrics...
“You have ruined me,” he whispers against my mouth, his voice thick with desire.
As long as you love meAaaand....actual quotes from the book.
We could be starving, we could be homeless, we could be broke
As long as you love me
I'll be your platinum, I'll be your silver, I'll be your gold
Thou art my way; I wander if thou fly.TO ME, THERE IS NO DIFFERENCE.
Thou art my light; if hid, how blind am I?
Thou art my life; if thou withdraw, I die.
“Peter loves to play and hates to lose. I don’t think that’s changed much over the years. As you said, it’s just a game.”Peter is a bad boy. He drinks. He frolics. He fucks around.
Beside me, I hear the shrill laugh of Elizavetta as Peter twirls her forcefully. I realize for the first time that they both seem very, very drunk.He is capricious. He is violent.
“You should know it isn’t a slight—him not asking you to dance. It’s sort of a… game with him.”
Peter always did enjoy his games.
His eyes are glistening in the lamplight and now that I’m looking at him, really looking at him, I realize how devastatingly handsome he is. Not in a cool, sunshine way like Peter, but in a dark, mysterious way. My heart pounds furiously in my chest as I try to catch my breath.Some fucking best friend.
“Peter is your friend; I am just a stranger from another country. So why do you tell me these things? Or are you more part of this game than you would like to admit?”Hilariously laughable...
I swear I see him blush before he looks away.
“It lies not in our power to love or hate, for will in us is overruled by fate. When two are stripped, long ere the course begin, we wish that one should love, the other win.” His voice trembles on the last line, and it does not escape my notice.
“If he marries you, then you can remain here, at court.” He rakes a hand through his hair in a boyish gesture. “And I would have you stay, for purely selfish reasons. So that I might—from a distance—be allowed to behold you.”...plays, for his best friend's girl.
“Please, sweet Sophie, you must be strong now. Be strong for the promise of spring, for the chance to feel the wet grass beneath your feet once more. Be strong for the hope of joy, for the hours we can share in each other’s arms.”And then there's the manager. Scooter Braun, AKA SERGEI DAS BODYGUARDEN, JA. Oh, wait. Ja is a German word.
“Sergei. My champion.”And likely has, since the beginning, when boldly brave
“Do I have your heart, as well, my dear Sergei?” I ask. It’s a bold, brash thing to say, but I have to know. We have more than a passing flirtation, that much I am sure of, but it feels safe somehow.Can I get a "Holy mother of god? WHY?!"
“I am yours,” he whispers, “always.”
Everything changed when i turned fourteen. Though still a girl by any accounts, Mother was desperate to see me wed. I didn't learn until much later of our family's dire financial situation, or that Father was in danger of forfeiting his family properties.
There are sounds of scuffle, and the unmistakable ring of a steel blade being drawn from its sheath. The sled rocks sideways as someone knocks into it.
Quickly, I lift the hem of my brown wool gown and slip a knife from my boot. Mother opens her mouth, I'm sure to chastise me for being such an unladylike thing as having a knife hidden on my person, but I silence her with a finger to my lips.
"Princess Sophia? I'm Sergei Salkov of Her Majesty's Imperial Court. I'm here to rescue you."
"It's not Peter's heart you should be concerned with. You must win the heart of the empire.
Sergei smiles, winking at me behind her back. I catch his eye, and a small warmth forms in my belly.
Before she can become the greatest empress in history, fifteen-year-old Sophia will have to survive her social-climbing mother’s quest to put her on the throne of Russia—at any cost.
Imperial Court holds dangers like nothing Sophie has ever faced before. In the heart of St. Petersburg, surviving means navigating the political, romantic, and religious demands of the bitter Empress Elizabeth and her handsome, but sadistic nephew, Peter. Determined to save her impoverished family—and herself—Sophie vows to do whatever is necessary to thrive in her new surroundings. But an attempt on her life and an unexpected attraction threatens to derail her plans.
Alone in a new and dangerous world, learning who to trust and who to charm may mean the difference between becoming queen and being sent home in shame to marry her lecherous uncle. With traitors and murderers lurking around every corner, her very life hangs in the balance. Betrothed to one man but falling in love with another, Sophie will need to decide how much she’s willing to sacrifice in order to become the empress she is destined to be.
In a battle for the soul of a nation, will love or destiny reign supreme?
''When waging a war of the heart, you must only fight if you are absolutely sure you can win.''
''If you think [his rudeness] in any way damaged my heart, then you are mistaken. I am made from much sterner stuff than that. I'm not the sort of girl to flitter at the attention of a man, nor to weep at the callousness of one.''
"Of the entire universe, I only wanted you."
”Don’t let them make you something that you’re not”
”We are little more than property, bargaining chips, or chains that hold alliances together. That is the price we pay for comfort, riches, and title”
”…his property and possession. There is nothing else for me in this life”
”My duty is to my family”