102 Quotes About Sophie-foster

The drug lulled her toward a dreamless oblivion, but she fought back—clinging to the one memory that could shine a tiny spot of light in the thick, inky haze. A pair of beautiful aquamarine eyes.Fitz’s eyes. Her first friend in her new life. Her first friend ever.

She wasn’t the Black Swan’s puppet anymore.She was broken.All she had left was trust.

She was amazed Silveny had even let them get close enough to attach the reins. Clearly she needed to teach the glittering horse how to recognize pure evil.

Fitz? What kind of name was Fitz?

Sophie Foster was going home.

Sophie smiled. “Yeah, I think you whined the entire way.”“We all have our gifts. And speaking of whining—”“No whining in the happy place! Seriously, Keefe, try to concentrate.

Take care of yourself, okay?” Sophie whispered.Her sister nodded. “And you keep . . . saving the world.

Typical Foster, always knocking guys off their feet.

And to be glad to wake up and find people in her room, instead of dancing anthropomorphic animals.