The Final Gambit (The Inheritance Games, #3)

by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

“There’s no such thing as fighting dirty,” I told Nash, “if you win.”

“Sometimes, Heiress, all you can do is recognize which way the wind is blowing and plot a course.”

“Our grandfather liked to say that every choice worth anything came with a cost.”

Extraordinary, I thought. And a part of something. That was the siren call of Tobias Hawthorne’s games.

Traps upon traps, Jameson had told me

once. And riddles upon riddles.

“Beauty was expected,” Grayson replied. “Technique without artistry is worthless.”

“Beauty is a lie.”

“The true measure of a man is how many impossible things he accomplishes before breakfast.”

“It’s easy to make people trust you,” Eve commented softly, “if you let them see you bleed.”

You may be tested by the flames, but you need not burn.

My greatest adversary—and yours now—is an honor-bound man, Tobias Hawthorne had told me. Best him, and he’ll honor the win.

But the games? The ones the boys had played growing up, the ones I had played? Those games hadn’t made us extraordinary. They’d showed us that we already were.