The Inheritance Games (The Inheritance Games, #1)

by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

“You’re protective,” Nash commented, “and you seem like you’d fight dirty, and if there’s one thing I respect, it’s those particular traits in combination.”

“The first scone is what I like to call the practice scone.” Xander stuffed an entire scone in his mouth, handed one to me, then swallowed and continued lecturing. “It is not until the third—nay, fourth—scone that you develop any kind of scone-eating expertise.” “Scone-eating expertise,” I repeated in a deadpan. “Your nature is skeptical,” Xander noted. “That will serve you well in these halls, but if there is one universal truth in the human experience, it is that a finely honed scone-eating palate does not just develop overnight.”

“If you notice, I have kept the blueberry confections for myself and gave you”—he shuddered—“the lemon-flavored scones. Such is the depth of my loathing for you personally and on principle.”

I hated the word preppy

You ask me, if you’re going to kill someone, you should at least have the decency to do it yourself and do it right.”