Do you think she is?" Her voice trembled. Her heart throbbed as she waited for him to answer. "You think they've killed her?" Every moment wrapped around Scarlet's neck, strangling her, until the only possible word from Wolf's mouth had to be yes. Yes, she was dead. Yes, she was gone. They'd murdered her. These monsters had murdered her. Scarlet pressed her palms into the crate, trying to push through the plastic. "Say it."" No," he murmured, shoulder sinking, "No, I don't think they've killed her. Not yet." Scarlet shivered with relief. She covered her face with both hands, dizzy with the hurricane of emotions. "Thank the stars," she whispered. "Thank you.

— Marissa Meyer

Emperor, right." she repacked the curtain "That's weird to say, after eighteen years of listening to celebrity gossip feeds go on and on about 'Earth's favorite prince'". She claimed one of the lumpy sofa cushions, curling her legs beneath her. "I had a picture of him taped to my wall when I was fifteen. Grand-mere cut it off a cereal box." Wolf scowled." Of course, half the girls in the world probably have had that same picture from that same cereal box." Wolf scrunched his shoulders against his neck, and Scarlet grinned, teasing. "Oh, no. You're not going to have to fight him for pack dominance now, are you? Come here." She beckoned him with a wave of her hand, and he was at her side in half a second, the glower softening as he pulled her against his chest.

— Marissa Meyer

Even if I believed I was doing good-for who I am to presume what is good for others?

— Marissa Meyer

Everyone is trying to impress everyone else. To make themselves out to be smarter or more confident than they actually are.

— Marissa Meyer

Everyone is trying to impress everyone else, trying to make themselves out to be smarter or more confident than they actually are.

— Marissa Meyer

From this day forward, you will be my sun at dawn and my stars at night, and I vow to love and cherish you for all our days.

— Marissa Meyer

He also said to tell you that Wolf misses you very much.

— Marissa Meyer

He asked what she was in for and complimented the find workmanship of her metal extremities, but she ignored him, making him briefly question if he'd been separated from the female population for so long that he could be losing his charm. But that seemed unlikely.

— Marissa Meyer

He leaned forward to inspect her closer. "Is that all hair?"... Sudden, overwhelming panic clawed up Cress's throat. With a squeak, she ducked out of view of the camera and scrambled beneath the desk. Her back struck the wall with a thud that rattled her teeth. She crouched there, skin burning hot and pulse thundering as she took in the room before her— the room that he was now seeing too, with the rumpled bedcovers and the mustached man on all the screens telling her to grab her imaginary partner and swing them around." Wha—where'd she go?" Thorne's voice came to her through the screen." Honestly, Thorne." A girl. Line Cinder? "Do you ever think before you speak?"" What? What did I say?"" 'Is that all hair?' ""Did you see it? It was like a cross between a magpie nest and ball of yarn after it's been mauled by a cheetah." A beat. Then, "A cheetah?"" It was the first big cat that came to mind.

— Marissa Meyer

Her satellite made one full orbit around Planet Earth every sixteen hours. It was a prison that came with an endlessly breathtaking view— vast blue oceans and swirling clouds and sunrises that set half the world on fire.

— Marissa Meyer