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444 pages, Hardcover
First published February 9, 2016
"Mare, I am very afraid for you. Things have been done to you, things no person should suffer. You've seen horrible things, done horrible things, and they will change you. I'm so afraid for what you could be, if given the wrong chance."
His expression is unreadable, but his meaning is clear. With one hand, he points at his feet. His fingers whiter than I remember.
I do as he says.
I kneel.
And I am revealed for exactly what I am - a particularly stupid fish, moving from hook to hook, never learning my lesson.
"You [Mare] feel no remorse for the dead...you can't control yourself."and yet, everyone in the book admires her bravery and strength.
“If I am a sword, I am a sword made of glass, and I feel myself beginning to shatter.�
“Kneel or bleed.�
“I am your rightful king, Silver-born for centuries. The only reason you're still breathing is because I can't burn the oxygen from this room.�
“I am a weapon made of flesh, a sword covered in skin. I was born to kill a king, to end a reign of terror before it can truly begin.�
"If I am a sword, I am a sword made of glass, beginning to shatter."This book ruined my life.
“I’m not blind. I watched you take the notes off the bodies. I thought you’d rip them up. But when you didn’t—I suppose I wanted to see what you were going to do. Burn them, throw them away, send them back dipped in Silver blood—but not keep them. Not read them while I slept next to you.�
“You said you missed him too. You said so,� I whisper. I have to refrain from stamping my foot like a frustrated child.
“He’s my brother. I miss him in a very different way.�
"I stare at the polished metal, examining my reflection. The girl I see is both familiar and foreign, Mare, Mareena, the lightning girl, the Red Queen, and no one at all. She does not look afraid. She looks carved of stone, with severe features, hair braided tight to her head, and a tangle of scars on her neck. She is not seventeen, but ageless, Silver but not, Red but not, human—but not. A banner of the Scarlet Guard, a face on a wanted poster, a prince’s downfall, a thief... a killer."
“I am a weapon made of flesh, a sword covered in skin. I was born to kill a king, to end a reign of terror before it can truly begin.�
“Red Queen. The lightning girl. She lives. Rise, Red as dawn. Rise. Rise. Rise.�
"And I am revealed for exactly what I am - a particularly stupid fish, moving from hook to hook, never learning my lesson."
“If I am a sword, I am a sword made of glass, and I feel myself beginning to shatter.�
"I suppose I should get used to being alone too. Not in the world, but in here. In my heart."
“Mare of the Stilts died the day she fell onto a lightning shield. Mareena, the lost Silver princess, died in the Bowl of Bones. And I don’t know what new person opened her eyes on the Undertrain. I only know what she has been and what she has lost, and the weight of it is almost crushing.�
“It isn't hard to let people die when their deaths give life to something else.�
"Part of me wants to hold my ground, to stand, to fight. My purple-and-white lightening will certainly make me a target and draw the jets away from the fleeing Guard. I might even take a plane or two with me. But that cannot be. I'm worth more than the rest, more than red masks and bandages."
“Every single thing I did, you stood behind me,� I say. “If I’m turning into a monster, then so are you.� [Mare]
“No matter how much I might want to feel him, I cannot. I must keep my eyes ahead, and away from the fire of a fallen prince. I must freeze my heart to the one person who insists on setting it ablaze.�
“Maven lies as easily as he breathes, and his mother holds his leash but not his heart.�
“He leans forward slightly, lips pulling back against his even, white teeth. It’s so aggressive and animalistic I expect to see fangs. “I am your rightful king, Silver-born for centuries,� he replies, seething. “The only reason you’re still breathing is because I can’t burn the oxygen from this room.�
“Yesterday he was a prince; today he is king. I thought he was my friend, my betrothed, but now I know better.�
“Anyone, anything, can betray anyone. Even your own heart.�
“Anyone, anything, can betray anyone. Even your own heart.�
“I miss him,� I whisper, enable to hold Cal’s gaze. “I miss who I thought he was.�
“If I could speak, I would tell Cal that I'm sorry, that I love him, that I need him."
"I stare at the polished metal, examining my reflection. The girl I see is both familiar and foreign, Mare, Mareena, the lightning girl, the Red queen, and no one at all. She does not look afraid. She looks carved of stone, with severer features, hair braided tight to her head, and a tangle of scars on her neck. She is not seventeen, but ageless, Silver but not, Red but not, human--but not. A banner of the Scarlet Guard, a face on a wanted poster, a prince's downfall, a thief... a killer. A doll who can take any form but her own."
"If I am a sword, I am a sword made of glass, and I feel myself beginning to shatter."
9.5 out of 10
� Queen Song (Песнь королевы) #0.1/4
� Steel Scars (Стальные шрамы) #0.2/4
� Red Queen (Алая Королева) #1/4
� Glass Sword (Стеклянный меч) #2/4
� King's Cage (Королевская клетка) #3/4
� War Storm (Шторм войны) #4/4
� Broken Throne (Разрушенный трон) #4.5/4