...crackers..." a voice breathed out behind us, "yeses..." Both of us turned, watching as Chubs twisted around in his seat and settled back down, still fast asleep. I pressed a hand over my mouth to keep from laughing. Liam rolled his eyes, smiling. .

— Alexandra Bracken

Do I look as pretty as I feel?

— Alexandra Bracken

Do you think the memory of someone should dictate how we live going forward?' he asks, threading and threading his fingers together.' It depends,' I say. 'I think you can probably honor someone's memory, but you can't live for them, because that means living in the past.

— Alexandra Bracken

Dressed as a man, her horse unencumbered by anything but the bare necessities, she had the look of a survivor, a fighter, and he respected the hell our of her for it, especially when she slid the pistol out of one of the saddlebags and aimed it at him.

— Alexandra Bracken

Etta saw the way Sophia took a deep breathe, set her shoulders back, and moved with practiced grace on her way out — and she understood something about the other girl, truly understood for the first time. Sophia wanted it, when she was only ever sent out.

— Alexandra Bracken

Familial betrayal is, to me, the most heartbreaking kind - because if you can't trust your family to love you and protect you, who can you really trust?

— Alexandra Bracken

Fire is calling my name. It is whispering words of encouragement, sweet things. It wants out, for me to fan the heat until it’s a vortex that can’t and won’t be stopped.

— Alexandra Bracken

For the longest time, I saw them as the end of my journey, but now I think they were always meant to represent the beginning of yours.

— Alexandra Bracken

Free the fire fluttering inside her rib cage. Work her muscles, the bow, the violin, until she played herself to ash and embers and left the rest of the world behind to smolder.

— Alexandra Bracken

Half-truths only added up to a whole lie.

— Alexandra Bracken