I was stunned to see that he looked stunned himself, which was an exorbitant display of emotion for Barrons.

Its our actions that define us. What we choose. What we resist. What we're willing to die for.

If he was winter, I was summer. If I was sunshine, he was night. A dark and stormy one.

A woman who’s lived in a cage all her life. And hates it. Bored in there, aren’t you. Waiting for life to happen. And when it finally does, it steals from you what you loved most. So take back. Explode. Lash out. Blow up

He stepped into the morning feeling more alive than he'd felt in months. Hold fast and believe in me, love, he whispered across the centuries. Because love and belief were serious magic in and of themselves.

What is the greater good but tyranny’s chameleon?

He was still frowning at the cake, looking at it as if he expected it to sprout dozens of legs and begin scuttling toward him, thin-lipped, teeth bared.