Glass Sword (Red Queen, #2)

by Victoria Aveyard

Still a boy, no more than eighteen, with too much to live for, and too little reason to die.

The electricity in my veins might be the only thing I trust in this world.

But still, somehow, I feel a pull to him. I remember the burdened boy who gave me a silver coin when I was nothing. With that one gesture he changed my future, and destroyed his own.

I’ll apologize later, I tell myself. If later ever comes.

Miss gurl you are in chapter one... You need to chill

Together we alternate back and forth, protecting our own retreat. When his flame falls, my lightning rises, and so on. Together, we have a chance.

Now my thoughts turn back to Maven himself, to cold blue eyes and the moment I realized his charming smile hid a beast.

What a world that will be, with a monster for its king, and his mother holding his leash.

Red Queen. The lightning girl. She lives. Rise, Red as dawn. Rise. Rise. Rise.

I must freeze my heart to the one person who insists on setting it ablaze.

If I am a sword, I am a sword made of glass, and I feel myself beginning to shatter.