Heartless

by Marissa Meyer

“I don’t mean to argue, Mama, but a crown doesn’t really do much of anything. Just sits on one’s head, quite useless. Oh, I suppose it sparkles.”

“It is a dangerous thing to unbelieve something only because it frightens you.”

“Fascinating, isn’t it, how often heroic and foolish turn out to be one and the same.

Cath resisted the urge to pat him on the head and offer him a biscuit for a job well done. “You were splendid, Your Majesty.”

“My lady, I am a professional fool. I can say with certainty that you do not have the makings of one.”

I’m sure that any other girl would have screamed and started throwing rocks at me if I showed up at her bedroom window.” “I don’t keep a very large supply of rocks up here.”

“I’m not sure I want to go to a mad tea party.” Jest winked at her. “Trust me, my lady. You do.”

“You might be surprised how often I’m compared to a walrus, actually. And walruses do not climb trees.”

“Are you here for a reason, Cheshire?” “Why, yes, I would enjoy a cup of tea. I take mine with lots of cream, and no tea. Thank you.”