It looks more like a rotting pumpkin.

I don't like to think of it as 'stolen'. They have no proof that I didn't plan on giving it back." "You're kidding, right?" He shrugged. "You have no proof either." She squinted back at him. "Were you planning on giving it back?" "Maybe." An orange light blinked on in the corner of Cinder's vision-her cyborg programming picking up on the lie.

No. She will never be queen.” She swayed toward him, and he felt like he was being encircled by a python, smothered and choked.

I just think we shouldn't judge her, or anyone, without tryo g to understand them first. That maybe we should get the full story before jumping to conclusions. Crazy notion, I know.

Imagine there was a cure, but finding it would cost you everything. It would completely ruin your life. What would you do?

Keep your head in the clouds and your hands on the keyboard.

My only mistake was in waiting too long to be rid of you", Adri said, running the washcloth between her fingers. "Believe me, Cinder. You are a sacrifice I will never regret.