Quotes from Jennifer Lynn Barnes

I don't do vulnerable," Thea retorted. "It clashes with my bitch aesthetic.

This was what it meant to be a Hawthorne. This should probably be in a museum, but my brothers and I like to hit things with it instead.

I don't ever want for you-for us, for this-to become a game. - Jameson Hawthorne

This didn't feel like a conversation I had any business overhearing, so I crept for the door to my room,

Beauty is the minimum," Grayson replied. But technique without artistic sensibility is worthless. (He looked down at the rests of the violin he had broken.) Beauty is a decoy.

telling the story so no one else tells it for you.

I need you to recover your senses and let your poor bodyguard onto that roof.

I'd been wrong about his eyes. They weren't pools. They were ice.

Knock, knock!" Xander stuck his head out the door to the roof. "I just happened to have my ear pressed to this door. I might have overheard some things, and I have a suggestion!

Curiosity killed the—Bex!

If she could do it, there was no reason she shouldn't." -The inheritance games

Sometimes, things that appear very different on the surface are actually exactly the same at their core.

Welcome back, Avery." Max's mother fixed me with a no-nonsense look. "I need you to lie back and breathe.

And my head of security didn't want me in this room with her alone.

You Hawthornes and your invisible ink," I said, shaking my head. "Will we need anything except the powder?" "A makeup brush," Zara answered immediately. Then the boys chimed in, all four of them in unison: "And a heat source.

There's nothing like speed for getting out of your own head—and out of your own way.

Jameson shrugged. "What can I say? I really am just that good.

I felt... numb wasn't the right word. My mouth was too dry. My heart was beating too fast. I hurt, but it felt like I was hurting from a distance.

If you let this be a game, it doesn't have to hurt.

To Grayson's credit, he gave up trying to lose me pretty quickly.

was always going to be you," I told Jameson. He needed to hear it. I needed to say it, even though always painted over so much. In response, Jameson gave me another crooked smile. "It's times like this, Heiress, that I wish I'd fallen in love with a girl who wasn't quite so good at bluffing.

Well then, Heiress. Game on.

The way that the tragedy had been blamed, again and again, on Kaylie Rooney, when the three upstanding young men had been partying straight out of rehab.

I flashed back to the moment he'd kissed me. I'd kissed him back. Since then we hadn't even managed to look at each other. We hadn't really talked. So why was he calling now? Where is he? "Hello?" I answered. "Avery." Grayson lingered on my name, just for a moment.