“Birthdays were wretched, delicious things when you lived in Beau Rivage. The clock stuck midnight, and presents gave way to magic. Curses bloomed. Girls bit into sharp apples instead of birthday cake, chocked on the ruby-and-white slivers, and collapsed into… — Sarah Cross Copy Share Image
“It was hard to be honest, to open up, and reveal something that sounded crazy. Because once you told someone the truth, that person… — Sarah Cross Copy Share Image
“Because, if you could love someone, and keep loving them, without being loved back . . . then that love had to be real.… — Sarah Cross Copy Share Image
“Blue was standing over her, shaking out his wet hair like an annoying blue dog. Beads of water clung to the muscle of his… — Sarah Cross Copy Share Image
“They said every year was a gift, not a guarantee, and ought to be celebrated accordingly.” — Sarah Cross Copy Share Image
“Not every girl can be Isabelle Lightwood or Katniss Everdeen. I think the true measure of a hero is what a person does with… — Sarah Cross Copy Share Image
“She could end up as just another girl in a forbidden room, a sleeping beauty who would never wake. He didn't want that for… — Sarah Cross Copy Share Image
“But Clary's a hero at heart- and that means she'll find a way to be the hero she needs to be, to look beyond… — Sarah Cross Copy Share Image
“Mira shrugged. If Rachel thought long-distance romance was weird, she'd think the truth - a fake long-distance romance, complete with eight months' worth of… — Sarah Cross Copy Share Image
“Mira moved into the light like a sleepwalker, leaving Blue behind in the dust, the unused room, the past. She thought of the fabled hundred years that cursed girls like her had slept, and how, after that much time, everything would be covered by a thick blanket of dust, including the princess. The intrepid prince would have to trust that… — Sarah Cross Copy Share
“She never felt nervous around Blue. She could hold her own with him, laugh at him, and, if necessary, slap him. There was something… — Sarah Cross Copy Share Image
“The razor blade hanging from her neck made her feel brave. Honest. A naked blade hid nothing, feared nothing. She wanted to be like… — Sarah Cross Copy Share Image
“I'm starting to think it was a mistake to introduce you to the whole gang," he said. Rafe was still hitting on Layla; Layla was fighting with him, insisting that fairies didn't turn good people into monsters, they just exposed the monstrousness that was already there; and Freddie was doing his best to play peacemaker, or etiquette coach from 1850,… — Sarah Cross Copy Share
