Winter

Yeah, but broken isn't the same as unfixable.

Did you see any rice in there? Maybe we could fill Cinder's head with it." Everyone stared at him. "You know, to...absorb the moisture, or something. Isn't that a thing?" "We're not putting rice in my head.

A kiss from the Captain would probably melt my central processor.” Thorne winked at her. “Oh trust me. It would.

Thorne scoffed. “Careful is my middle name. Right after Suave and Daring.” “Do you even know what you're saying half the time?” asked Cinder.

She was prettier than a bouquet of roses and crazier than a headless chicken. Fitting in was not an option.

One should never save cake for later when it can be eaten now.

What did you bring me today? Delusional mutterings with a side of crazy?

See that eye roll? It translates to, ‘How am I possibly keeping my hands off of you, Captain?

And they all lived happily to the end of their days.

She definitely has a crush on you. It's about the size of Jupiter.

My point is that I am going to figure this out, like I always do. First, we’re going to find a way to get into Artemisia. We’re going to find Cress and rescue Cinder and Wolf. We’re going to overthrow Levana, and by the stars above, we are going to make Cinder a queen so she can pay us a lot of money from her royal coffers and we can all retire very rich and very alive, got it?" Winter started to clap. "Brilliant speech. Such gumption and bravado." "And yet strangely lacking in any sort of actual strategy," said Scarlet. "Oh, good, I'm glad you noticed that too," said Iko. "I was worried my processor might be glitching.

I passed out from stress? That’s it?” “I believe the princess term is fainted,” said Thorne.

If this emperor thing doesn’t work out, you might have a future career in espionage.

You're a good guy, Thorne." She paused. "Well, you have your moments.

I'm going to make it a law that the correct way to address your sovereign is my giving a high five.' Kai's smiled brightened. 'That's genius. Me too.

I don't hear anything." "Exactly. That's what happens when you *stop talking*.

She would be brave. She would be heroic. She would make her own destiny.

Hold these wires and make sure they don't touch." "What happens if they touch?" "The ship will probably self-destruct.

Captain?" "Cress." She couldn't not say it, although she realized he was right.It was sort of scary. Much scarier than it had been the first time she'd told him, out in the desert. It was different now. It was real. "I'm in love with you." He chuckled. "I should hope so, after all that." He leaned forward and pressed a kiss against her temple. "And I love you too.

They're the first crew I've ever had and most of them even call me Captain. I'm going to miss them.

Tapping a finger against the flesh of her elbow, she deadpanned, “Jacin Clay, there is an assassin under my bed.

I fear tomorrow will be even more difficult for you, Sir Clay. Do try to think of me when you can.” “Try, Princess?” He smirked, meeting her gaze again. “I can’t seem to think of much else.

Oh, stars. I don't know his real name. How can I not know his real name? What kind of alpha mate am I?

You should hate me. I’m an idiot. I made a mistake.” “You may be an idiot, but I assure you, you’re quite a lovable one.

I am a criminal mastermind, I am here to take down this regime.

May I request a new uniform? A towel seems inappropriate for the position.

It’s not proper for seventeen-year-old princesses to be alone with young men who have questionable intentions.” She laughed. “And what about young men who she’s been best friends with since she was barely old enough to walk?” He shook his head. “Those are the worst.

She’s our lost princess. And she’s coming home.

Being raised on Luna seems to really mess people up. She wouldn't be the lovable cyborg we've all come to adore.

Scarlet and I are going to start a missing-fingers club. We might let Cinder be an honorary member.