The Inheritance Games (The Inheritance Games, #1)

by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

“You must be Ava.” “Avery,” Grayson corrected. If he felt any embarrassment about his purported past as a toddler nudist, he didn’t show it.

What!!?

Dearest Avery, I’m sorry. —T. T. H.

“Sometimes,” Jameson Hawthorne said, sounding strangely contemplative, “things that appear very different on the surface are actually exactly the same at their core.”

“There’s a chance that Hawthorne House is just a tiny bit hard to navigate. Imagine, if you will, that a labyrinth had a baby with Where’s Waldo?, only Waldo is your rooms.”

Xander is so funny!

“It would be a shame,” Jameson commented, “if we were related.” He spared another smile for me, slow and sharp-edged. “Don’t you think?”

🤭

“Everything’s a game, Avery Grambs. The only thing we get to decide in this life is if we play to win.”

“He left you the fortune, Avery, and all he left us is you.”

Means, I thought. How many ways did rich people have of not saying the word rich?

Power corrupts. Absolute power corrupts absolutely.

He glanced over at Libby. “I suggest you disown her if she opts for bangs.” “I’ll take that under consideration,” Libby said solemnly.

“Why do I have to tell a story?” I asked. “Because if you don’t tell the story, someone else will tell it for you.”

I turned to see Xander Hawthorne standing in the doorway, holding a plate of scones. “Makeovers,” he told me, “like the recreational building of Rube Goldberg machines, are hungry work.”

😭

“What do you know about makeovers?” I grumbled. “If I were a guy, there’d be two racks of clothing in this room, max.” “And if I were White,” Xander returned loftily, “people wouldn’t look at me like I’m half a Hawthorne. Scone?”

The subject change!?!

“You might think you’re playing the game, darlin’, but that’s not how Jamie sees it.” Nash’s voice was gentle enough, but for the words. “We aren’t normal. This place isn’t normal, and you’re not a player, kid. You’re the glass ballerina—or the knife.”

Jameson Winchester Hawthorne is hungry. He’s looking for something. He’s been looking for it since the day he was born.”

“Getting involved with Jameson would just be throwing gasoline on the fire.” “And what a lovely fire it would be,” Max murmured.

“Skye is a complicated woman.” Xander nodded sagely. “But she taught me how to read tarot and moisturize my cuticles, so who am I to complain?”

He pulled back from the kiss, his lips only an inch away from mine. “I always knew you were special.”

“You don’t have to kiss me. You don’t even have to like me, Heiress, but please don’t make me do this alone.”

Best quote in the whole book