Quotes from Jennifer Lynn Barnes

Firecracker Gale and dandelion Peeta are so different from each other that it's easy to imagine that a girl who would choose Gale is a completely different person than one who would choose Peeta. When people sit around debating who Katniss should choose, maybe what they're really debating actually is her identity - and the romance is just a proxy for that big, hard question about the ever-changing, unaware girl on fire.

Jameson smiled. It was his slow, dangerous, heady smile, designed to elicit a reaction. I didn't give him one.

For a few seconds, I thought I might actually cry. That was so unlike me, I wasn't sure how to respond. Bronwyn Alessia St. Vincent Clare didn't get sad. She got mad. Or better, she got even.

I told you kid... You're not a player. You're the glass ballerina--- or the knife.

Darryl likes codes," Skylar explained. "A few weeks ago, I asked him what someone might hypothetically need to break into a supercomputer. He hypothetically made me this.

Like, even in fiction, friends to lovers? Never my thing. I'm more star-crossed tragedy, supernatural soul mates, enemies to lovers. Epic, you know?

THAT FAXING CHIPHEAD CAN GO STRAIGHT TO ELF AND EAT A BAG OF DUCKS!!!

Right. You're Kali. Of course you're planning a rescue mission. Stupid self-sacrifice is kind of your thing.

Home isn't a place, Cassie.' The memory crept up on me. 'Home is the people who love you most, the people who will always love you, forever and ever, no matter what.

Straw met camel's back. Breaking commenced.

Mi casa es su casa. Literally. I'm pretty sure your dad owns it.

Luckily for us, I've never met a bad idea I did not immediately embrace like the dearest of friends.

I don't like running away," Michael; brought his eyes from the floor to mine. "I don't run, I don't hide, I don't cower, I don't beg, Cassie, because running and hiding and begging doesn't work. It never works.

So their cheerleaders are ugly, their football players are wimps, and they're our archrivals because why?

The answer to your first riddle," I told him. "If yes is no and once is never, then the number of sides a triangle has… is… two." I drew out my reply, not bothering to explain how I'd arrived at my answer

Devon: "Why, Bryn, I do believe he's given her your pen." Bryn: "Well, get Freud on the phone. He'll have a field day with this one.

Sometimes, I felt like if I could just fold up into a small enough ball, my body would collapse on itself like a star, and I could supernova myself into a new existence.

What is the human condition, if not Why me?

Personally, no matter how tempting it might be, I make it a policy not to surgically bestow near invincibility upon the people who would most like to see me dead.

Don't think this means I'm giving up. There's more than one way to decapitate a hellhound, and as it so happens, I know them all.

Bryne want kill dinosaur, i said pantomiming what i thought passed for a descent dinosaur killing motion. For the first time in weeks, Ali laughed. Go on. And if you're very good, Ali show Bryn big heaping secret. fiiiiiirrrre. Make tasty warm dinosaur meat.

Jack Peyton is HOT!" someone from the audience yelled. "Toby Klein is HOTTER" a male voice argued, and I almost went into an epileptic fit of disgust at both the words and the tone. "Now, now," Jack said, raising his hands. "Don't be ridiculous. Mr. Corkin is clearly the hottest

Left with nothing but my own bloody fingertips, I let out a war cry of my own, raked my nails over its face, and fought like a girl.

Your mama always did have an eye for good-looking men." This was Ree, trying to be diplomatic. "Then again, she also had an eye for trouble." Not that diplomatic. Ree narrowed her eyes at Dean. "You trouble?" she asked. "No, ma'am." She turned to Michael. "You?" He offered her his most charming smile. "One hundred percent." Ree snorted. "That's what I thought.