Winter (The Lunar Chronicles, #4)

by Marissa Meyer

She was not a girl of ice and glass at all, but a girl of sunshine and stardust, because Jacin wasn’t going to die.

Dreaming was for people with nothing better to do.

How lovely it would have been to live in a world where she didn’t have to pretend.

Such a beautiful, serene fountain, but it felt like a threat.

Hope was a coward’s tool.

“And how much confusion am I to tolerate?

“How many lives would you sacrifice for hers?”