Kiera Cass

Castes never meant that much to me.

— Kiera Cass

“When you love someone, you sacrifice.”

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I wanted to be his dear, his darling.

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Your Majesty— Tugging my ear. Whenever.

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“You're so pretty when you're a mess.”

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“Mistakes mean it's real”

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“Your Royal Husbandness.”

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A lot of things are yours, America

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Cinderella never asked for a prince. She asked for a night off and a dress.

— Kiera Cass

Great. Now the queen thought I was a misfit, too.

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“One can never help being born into perfection.”

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“If you live, I'll let you call me your dear. I won't complain, I promise.”

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“I love you America Singer. As long as I live, I'll love you.-Maxon”

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“One rebellious penny that must have been sticky stayed glued to the bottom.”

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“Books were a safe place, a world apart from my own.”

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I don’t think any girl in all of Illéa could have been smiling more than me.

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“Supongo que a veces el mejor modo de guardar un secreto es dejarlo a la vista.”

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“Prince Maxon surveyed the room and found me. Our eye met for a moment, and he smiled.”

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“If I’d had any level of success last night, then I could justify my actions; as it was, I couldn’t even fake…

— Kiera Cass

The Angeles air was quiet, and for a while I laid still, listening to the sound of Maxon breathing.

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“You can’t plan wars, don’t know how to cook, and refuse to write love letters,” I teased.”

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“If you live,” I whispered, “I’ll let you call me your dear. I won’t complain, I promise.”

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“I had spent the afternoon replaying what I'd said to Maxon. No wonder I'd never had any friends. I was shockingly bad…

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All I want is your promise to stay with me, to be mine. Sometimes it feels like you can't possibly be real.…

— Kiera Cass

Which do you fight for?" "Actually, I'm here by mistake." "Mistake?" "Yes. Sort of. Well, it's a long story. And now ...…

— Kiera Cass

“Perhaps our country is flawed, but we cannot deny its strength. My fear is that, without change, that strength will become stagnate.…

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“Mary took hold of the zipper. “Suck it in, miss.” I obeyed, and as the dress cinched me in again, I thought…

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“Miss Fiona Castley of Paloma, Three.” A brunette with smoldering eyes this time. Maybe my age, but she seemed more . . . experienced.…

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“I want everything with you, America. I want the holidays and the birthdays, the busy season and lazy weekends. I want peanut…

— Kiera Cass

I kind of wanted someone to rearrange the stars so they spelled out his words. I needed them big and bright, and…

— Kiera Cass

“But what I liked the best was that, while the room giggled at her request, she didn't duck her head or blush…

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But you should know the love can wear away under the stress of being married. Someone you think you love now, you…

— Kiera Cass

“I wish I was a true artist as you so that I could find a way to tell you what you've become…

— Kiera Cass

“He sighed contentedly. “How are you feeling, my dear?” “I feel like punching you for calling me ‘my dear’ mostly.” I poked…

— Kiera Cass

“America," he begged. I turned to Maxon. "They're fine. The rebels were slow, and everyone here knows what to do in an…

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“It's the most wonderful and terrible thing that can ever happen to you," she said simply. "You know that you've found something…

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“I’ve been so foolish,” I said, my breath catching. I’d fought hard against the tears, but I couldn’t anymore. “I kept letting…

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“Maxon, I hope you find someone you can't love without. I really do. And I hope you never have to know what…

— Kiera Cass

“December 27, 11:00 p.m. My Dear America, I’ve never written a love letter, so forgive me if I fail now. . .…

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“America, my love, you are sunlight falling through trees. You are laughter that breaks through sadness. You are the breeze on a…

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