Bring Me Their Hearts (Bring Me Their Hearts, #1)

by Sara Wolf

“That would be pointless, Mother, and I tend to avoid doing pointless things.”

Being ignorant isn’t a crime, Crabby, it’s a curable ailment.”

“‘Stolen’ is such an ugly word.” I wrinkle my nose. “I prefer ‘long-term donation.’”

“I wake up on the marginally more criminal side of the bed, too, some days.”

“Sometimes, Sir Whisper, the choices are made for you, and there’s nothing you can do except make up for them.”

“We all get a little uncomfortable when our value is reduced to our physical appearance,”

Water for a witch, fire for their thralls,

No one wants to talk about the hunts, and because the gods shaped me out of the curious part of the clay puddle, that only makes me want to talk about them more.

Fate has never once shied away from the opportunity to take a massive shit on my life, and this time is no exception.

“You’re a liar. A very pretty liar, but a liar nonetheless.”

Are you a thorn? Or are you a flower?

Yes and no mark ends and beginnings. But almosts cling, hovering on the boundary, never quite realized yet still there.