The Inheritance Games Quotes

“Libby’s on-again, off-again boyfriend—who had a fondness for punching walls and extolling his own virtues for not punching Libby”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Inheritance Games

“Listen doesn’t always mean agree, Lee-Lee.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Inheritance Games

“You’re protective,” Nash commented, “and you seem like you’d fight dirty, and if there’s one thing I respect, it’s those particular traits in combination.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Inheritance Games

“I found Libby in the kitchen, surrounded by cupcakes. Literally hundreds of them. If she’d been an apology baker back home, the addition of an industrial-grade kitchen with triple ovens had basically taken her nuclear.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Inheritance Games

“Find Tobias Hawthorne II.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Inheritance Games

“Traps upon traps, Riddles upon riddles”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Inheritance Games

“The entire world’s going to want a piece of you, Mystery Girl. This has story of the century written all over it.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Inheritance Games

“I have a secret, I could hear my mother telling me, about the day you were born.…”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Inheritance Games

“You ask me, if you're going to kill someone, you should at least have the decency to do it yourself and do it right.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Inheritance Games

“Because if you don't tell the story, someone else will tell it for you.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Inheritance Games

“Tobias Hawthorne left me the fortune—and all he’d left them was me.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Inheritance Games

“Do you trust me?” I was standing in a phone-lit passageway, close enough to feel his body’s heat on mine. “Absolutely not.” “Good.” He reached out, grabbed my hand, and pulled me close. “Hold on.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Inheritance Games

“Some puzzles make more sense at two hundred miles an hour.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Inheritance Games

“you’re not a player, kid. You’re the glass ballerina—or the knife.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Inheritance Games

“Mr. Hawthorne signed a document reaffirming his will yearly,” Alisa told me. “He never changed it, until you.” Until me. My entire body tingled, just thinking about it. “How long ago was that?” I asked. “Last year.” What could have happened to make Tobias Hawthorne decide that instead of leaving his entire fortune to charity, he was going to leave it to me? Maybe he knew my mother. Maybe he knew she died. Maybe he was sorry.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Inheritance Games

“Tobias Hawthorne had given himself a middle name at the same time he’d disinherited his family. Tattersall. Tatters, all. Given everything that Jameson and Xander had told me about their grandfather, that seemed like a message. Leaving the money to me—and before me, to charity—wasn’t the point. Disinheriting his family was. “What the hell happened twenty years ago in August?” I asked. Alisa seemed to be weighing her response. My eyes narrowed, and I wondered if any part of her was still loyal to Nash. To his family. “Mr. Hawthorne and his wife lost their son that summer. Toby. He was nineteen, the youngest of their children.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Inheritance Games

“The next thing I knew, she was gone.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Inheritance Games

“To some people, you’ll be Cinderella. To others, Marie Antoinette.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Inheritance Games

“She's one of us”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Inheritance Games

“But somewhere around a hundred and fifty miles an hour, I stopped thinking about should. Adrenaline. Euphoria. Fear. There wasn’t room in my head for anything else. Speed was the only thing that mattered. That, and the boy beside me. I didn’t want him to slow down. I didn’t want the car to stop. For the first time since the reading of the will, I felt free. No questions. No suspicions. No one staring or not staring. Nothing except this moment, right here, right now. Nothing except Jameson Winchester Hawthorne and me.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Inheritance Games

“I do hate you," Xander replied, happily devouring his third scone. "If you notice, I have kept the blueberry confections for myself and given you" - he shuddered - "the lemon-flavored scones. Such is the depth of my loathing for you personally and on principle.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Inheritance Games

“If yes is no and once is never, then how many side does a triangle have?”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Inheritance Games

“In his honor I eat this scone.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Inheritance Games

“Why do you think this house has so many secret passages? Why are there so many keys that don’t work in any of the locks? Every desk my grandfather ever bought has secret compartments. There’s an organ in the theater, and if you play a specific sequence of notes, it unlocks a hidden drawer. Every Saturday morning, from the time I was a kid until the night my grandfather died, he sat my brothers and me down and gave us a riddle, a puzzle, an impossible challenge—something to solve. And then he died. And then…” Jameson took a step toward me. “There was you.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Inheritance Games

“even though everything in me rebelled against what he had said. I wasn’t a puzzle. I was just a girl.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Inheritance Games

“It’s getting late,” “It was always late,” Jameson told me. “If you were going to turn into a
pumpkin, it would have happened by now, Cinderella.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Inheritance Games

“Grayson is in training for the Insufferable Olympics, and we really think he can go all the way if he can just jam that stick a little farther up his—” Asterisk,”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Inheritance Games

“Have a blessed day, you rotten scoundrels.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Inheritance Games

“He disinherited the entire Hawthorne family before you were even born—right after your uncle died.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Inheritance Games

“I was dumbfounded. How can a house “not exactly” have a roller coaster? Beside me, Grayson snorted. I caught him looking at me and narrowed my eyes. “What?” “Nothing,” Grayson said, the tilt of his lips suggesting otherwise. “It’s just… you have a very expressive face.” No. I didn’t. Libby was always saying that I was hard to read. My poker face had single-handedly been funding Harry’s breakfasts for months. I wasn’t expressive.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Inheritance Games