Never (Never, #1)

by Jessa Hastings

His heart, they say, is wild, but in every version of any story I’ve ever been told about him, never did I hear that his heart was untamable.

Gobble

I’ve been told these stories since before I could remember. They were embedded into my brain without my consent, actually. Magic was all around me whether I liked it or not, and I did not.

Cinderella

Do you ever get a feeling like that? A foreboding? A grave permanence to whatever’s about to come next?

As though I wouldn’t—from now on, for the rest of my stupid life—be in one way or another either enraptured or tortured by him.

if you don’t understand the lure and pull of the boy in question, I’m terribly sorry to inform you, but you’ve never met Peter Pan.

Good lord