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256 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 27, 2015
“She cried for the girl who had never belonged. A girl who tried so hard, harder than anyone else, and still never had anything to show for it.”
“Maybe the princess could save herself."
"That sounds like a pretty good story too.”
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This was the part that Levana could not figure out. How did you kill a child? There were so many possibilities...When their parents die, Channery is crowned queen and all Levana can think is how she could do it better. And when Channery mysteriously dies, Levana finally gets that chance.
No matter what anyone thought, she was the fairest queen Luna had ever known.And she was right - she's so much better at being a queen than her sister ever could be. Only, Channery left behind a heir (Cinder) and that just simply would not do.
When I decided to read this book, I did it having in mind every other book in this series: funny, compelling and perfectly okay stories. That would explain why I was really not expecting the level of creepiness, weirdness and are-you-fucking-kidding-me-ness this book had to offer.
She hated mirrors. Hated their reflections, their truths.
Levana had not seen the bodies, but she had seen the bedrooms the next morning, and her first thought was that all that blood would make a very pretty rouge on her lips.
"Mirror, mirror on the wall.
Who is the most INSANE FUCKING PSYCHO BITCH of them all?"
(a direct quote)
• buddy read with jiu
“She cried for the girl who had never belonged. A girl who tried so hard, harder than anyone else, and still never had anything to show for it.”
Love is a conquest.
Love is a war.
Here is what I think of love
Waiting would be agony. She would have to let him know that it was all right for him to mourn and love at the same time. She would not judge him, not when they were so clearly destined for each other
“Why is it always a prince?” asked Winter. “Why isn’t she ever saved by a top-secret spy? Or a soldier? Or a … a poor farm boy, even?”
“I don’t know. That’s just how the story was written.” Evret brushed back a curl of Winter’s hair. “If you don’t like it, we’ll make up a different story tomorrow night. You can have whoever you want rescue the princess.”
“Like a doctor?”
“A doctor? Well—sure. Why not?”
“Jacin said he wants to grow up to be a doctor.”
“Ah. Well, that’s a very good job, one that saves more than just princesses.”
“Maybe the princess can save herself.”