Quotes from Jennifer Lynn Barnes

Better is being my friend and my partner and realizing that you don't get to make decisions for me. Better is the way you make me see myself as a person who's capable of anything. I would jump out of a plane with you, Jameson, snowboard down the side of a volcano with you, bet everything that I have on you - on us, against the world. You don't get to run off and take risks and expect me to stay behind in a gilded cage of your making. That isn't who you are, and it's not what I want.

Grayson jerked to a halt, every muscle in his body taut. "Don't you say her name." His posture was angry, but his voice sounded like it was about to crumble. Like I'd gutted him. Not just Jameson. My mouth went dry. Emily didn't just matter to Jameson.

You hated the idea of me." "But not you. Never you." "I wanted Eve to be different," Grayson told me. "I wanted her to be you." "Don't say that," I whispered. He looked at me one last time. "There are so many things that I will never say.

He turned to me and extended a hand. "Since Lillian seems to have forgotten her manners, I suppose it's up to the two of us to introduce ourselves. I'm David Ames. And you are, young lady?" If my grandmother could have incinerated him with the power of her mind, I think she would have. "Right now," I replied, "I'm someone who is very concerned for your longevity.

From what I picked up during the remainder of the evening, Campbell Ames had a reputation for pulling "stunts like this". It wasn't entirely clear what constituted as a stunt, though I did gather that borrowing cars that didn't belong to her and wearing white after Labor Day were both in Campbell's repertoire.

It would be a shame," Jameson commented, "if we were related." He spared another smile for me, slow and sharp-edged. "Don't you think?

If anyone asks," Michael called to him, "your name is Alfred.

You look like someone who's about to do something highly inadvisable. And God knows, if there's something inadvisable going on, I want in.

You can't be serious." I turned to face Lily. She was standing in the doorway to my room. The expression on her face could not have been more horrified if I'd declared my allegiance to a religious sect that didn't believe in wearing clothes, only snakes.

You've really never heard of this guy?" Thea asked. "He's rich and powerful and hates your family's guts, and you've never even heard his name?" "You know as well as I do," Grayson replied, "that there are different kinds of rich.

I could feel him in the room,

I was the glass ballerina or the knife.

Well . . ." Lily prompted primly. "Ask me again." "Ask you what?" I played dumb. She'd shushed me. This was the price of shushing.

Grayson was Not Please-and no one did Not Pleased like Grayson Hawthrone.

Did Jameson tell you that I killed her?

You should be ashamed of yourself," Mrs. Laughlin said fiercely. "Playing with an old woman's feelings like that. And dragging the boys into whatever you were doing in Toby's wing? It's cruel is what it is.

Grayson wanted me safe, and I wasn't.

Sawyer? I think I can feel my shoulder." "Can you feel your hands?" "No." "What about your legs?" "No." "Can you move?" "Let me check . . . Also no." "Then what good could it possibly do us that you now have feeling in your shoulder?" "I don't know, Sawyer. But I think I hear someone coming, and you're the one in charge of coming up with plans.

It was a truth universally acknowledged that a person in want of plastic baggies need only look in the Taft family kitchen. Aunt Olivia was the queen of Ziplocs. She'd taken over Lillian's cabinets and had entire drawers dedicated to them - every size, every type, a year's supply of each at least.

Alisa gave me an almost pitying look. "Oh, honey," she said, then recovered her professionalism. "You own this hotel.

Are you sure that's how we ended up at the bottom of this hole, Sawyer?" "Trust me. You were unconscious, but I held on just long enough to see the person responsible." "Maybe it was an accident?" "How do you accidentally drug someone, Sadie-Grace?" "Accidentally . . . on purpose?

you have to see the world to change it.

could practically hear Henry's subtle, pointed smile in response to those words. "Then you don't need to worry about me," he said. "Do you?

Better the devil you know than the one you don't—or is it? Power corrupts. Absolute power corrupts absolutely. All that glitters is not gold. Nothing is certain but death and taxes. There but for the grace of God go I.