Heartless

by Marissa Meyer

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

They were all a little mad, if one was to be forthright.

“You act as though you know me, but you don’t, not really. You don’t know what I like, or what I want, or what I dream about…” “You dream about me, if I’m not mistaken.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you, Lady Catherine Pinkerton of Rock Turtle Cove. I’ve been trying, but it’s useless. You’ve had me mesmerized from the first moment I saw you in that red dress, and I don’t know what to do about it, other than to use every skill at my disposal to try and mesmerize you back.”

There were plenty of notes jotted in the margins—“Clarify the butter first or it will confuse the rest of the ingredients,” or, “Don’t let the tomatoes stew for too long as they’re like to become bitter and resentful.”

But when Jest didn’t so much as look up at their entrance, her heart plummeted back down again.

I cant really blame the guy

Her mother sneered. “Then you are a fool.” “Good. I’ve become rather fond of fools.”

Yes girl

“I cannot tell you how I look forward to a lifetime at your side, and all the impossible things I’ll have you believing in.”

This is going to be awful

“I have to go. I have to help her!”

Are you fucking kidding me

Raven was there, stalking toward them. Mary Ann, too, but she was an afterthought to Raven’s ominous approach. The gleaming ax he held was like a mirror to Peter’s. His dark cloak whipped around his shoulders, the hood hung low over his brow. The White Queen’s executioner, Jest had said. He looked like a threat, or a promise. He looked like justice.

Smash

“But hoping,” he said, “is how the impossible can be possible after all.”

“For the murder of Jest, the court joker of Hearts, I sentence this man to death.” She spoke without feeling, unburdened by love or dreams or the pain of a broken heart. It was a new day in Hearts, and she was the Queen. “Off with his head.”