Winter (The Lunar Chronicles, #4)

by Marissa Meyer

Jacin was the one person who could make her feel beautiful without it seeming like a bad thing.

Scarlet’s shoulders slumped. “I need him as much as he needs me. But that doesn’t make it love.” Winter lowered her lashes. “Actually, dear friend, I suspect that is precisely what makes it love.”

Winter was a well-loved princess who was prettier than a bouquet of roses and crazier than a headless chicken.

A loud click echoed through the alley. “Drop your glamour,” demanded Thorne, aiming a gun at the princess.

I don’t know why I laughed so hard at that 😂

Kinney’s face was unreadable for a long moment before he asked, “You understand sarcasm?” “Of course I understand sarcasm,” she spat. “It’s not like it’s theoretical physics, is it?”

Iko settled a hand on Cinder’s shoulder. “Yeah, but broken isn’t the same as unfixable.”

Thorne scoffed. “Careful is my middle name. Right after Suave and Daring.” “Do you even know what you’re saying half the time?” asked Cinder.

Leaning forward, Cinder spoke very clearly. “I have a computer in my brain,” she said. “So while I’m not going to tell you that I am the smartest or, by any means, the most experienced person in this room, I would suggest that no one use my youth to believe that I am also ignorant.”

😳🫢

“Yes, Kinney?” said Cinder. “The captain and his crew are requesting an audience.” “Ha!” Thorne’s voice carried from the corridor. “I told you I could get him to call me the captain.” Cinder rolled her eyes. “Let them in.”

“Let’s not be cruel. One should never save cake for later when it can be eaten now.”

Oh Winter, these are some wise words