Cress (The Lunar Chronicles, #3)

by Marissa Meyer

“You can help me pick out a tiara when we’re done saving the world.”

they could not resist a damsel in distress. And she was nothing if not in distress.

“Aces,” Carswell Thorne murmured. Dropping his feet to the ground, he leaned forward to inspect her closer. “Is that all hair?”

so far you’ve shown yourself to be saner than I expected.” She sniffed, unsure if he’d just complimented or insulted her.

She was a girl. A living girl, smart and sweet and awkward and unusual, and she was worth far more than they could ever realize.

Wolf had paced back and forth in the galley, cradling a can of tomatoes.

War had begun. “You said yourself that the people of Luna need a revolutionary.” She lifted her chin, holding his gaze. “So I’m going to Luna, and I’m going to start a revolution.”