Becky

“Fire-breathing bitch-queen.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows

“Tarver,” she whispers, her eyes on my face. “There’ll be cameras all the time. More questions. Everyone will want to hear your story. Your life will be different, no matter how far from Corinth we go.” A flashlight flickers through the trees, broken and jagged as it shines past the trunks. The light glances off her face, illuminating her eyes for a brief, brilliant moment. I step closer.

“I don’t care.”

“My father will try to—” She swallows, then lifts her chin, mouth firming to a straight, determined line. “No. I’ll figure out a way to handle him.” I can’t help but grin down at her, this steely assurance, my Lilac through and through.

“I’d pay to see that showdown.”
― Amie Kaufman, These Broken Stars

“I was loosened, a top whirling around and around, and I didn't know who I danced with or what they looked like, only that I had become the music and the fire and the night, and there was nothing that could slow me down.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“She smiles, lightning quick, then squeezes my hand harder, holding on like she’s afraid someone will come and pull us apart.

“You’ll face it all with me?” The world narrows, the sounds of the oncoming search party fading, the lights blurring around us until it’s just her and me, our breath condensing and mingling in the cold air. She’s stolen my voice, this girl in my arms, and for a moment I can’t answer. I have to gather my wits, try to remember how to breathe.

“Always.” Her smile is like the sun coming out.

“Then you ought to kiss me while you can, Major Merendsen. It may be a while before your next opportunity.”
― Amie Kaufman, These Broken Stars