426 Quotes by Shannon Messenger

She wasn’t the same girl she’d been the year before, who though failing out of Foxfire would be the end of the world. Now she’d been kidnapped, presumed dead, banished from the Lost Cities, and helped stop a plague from killing off the entire gnomish species. She’d even snuck into the ogres’ capital and helped destroy half the city – which happened to be why the Council was struggling to negotiated a new elvin-ogre treaty.

Ugh, they’ve been at it all day,” Fitz grumbled. “It’s been hours of ‘Look – I’m invisible. Now I’m not! Now I am!’” Biana rolled her eyes as she reappeared. “Like you were any less annoying with your ‘I can tell you what you’re thinking right now! And now! And now!

Spoiler alert: Apparently, alicorn vomit was just as sparkly as their poop.

Ever since the kidnapping everyone kept her closed in, trying to keep her away from danger. All it really meant was that she was the one being held prisoner while the bad guys ran free.

Councillor Emery sighed. “You’re not going to make this easy, are you?” “I’m pretty sure that’s my job,” Sophie countered. “As the moonlark?” Councillor Alina asked with a notable scoff in her voice. Sophie smiled sweetly at her. “As a teenager.

Is it, now?” Ro patted the chaise next to her. “Well then, why don’t you sit right here and tell Auntie Ro all about it?” “Auntie Ro?” Sophie, Sandor, and Keefe all asked in unison. Ro shrugged. “What? I can be nurturing when I want to be.” That would’ve been a lot easier to believe if she weren’t using a dagger to clean beneath her claws.

He sighed. There you go being all practical and wise. Hey, one of us has to be. He laughed at that – and reached over to give her ponytail a playful tug.

Keefe leaned his head against her shoulder and Sophie counted his breaths, considering what a strange thing grief turned out to be. Grady and Edaline closed themselves off. Fitz pushed everyone away. She couldn’t figure out how Keefe was handling it all yet. But she was glad he wanted her to stay. Their.

Don’t feel bad, Fitzy – you’re not the only one who didn’t make the cut,” Keefe told him. “In fact, I’m kinda thinking you, me, and Linh should start our own team – Team We’re-Having-More-Fun-Than-You-Are! Instead of crowns, we can wear tunics that say ‘You Wish You Were This Hot.’ And all of our mascots will be gulons. You with me?