Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Crime Quotes
She’d felt it before, she felt it now: the pull to fall in with him, to fall into him, to lose her sense of self.
The sky was a feather blanket of clouds, save for one blue hole in the fabric. A blue cloud in a white sky.
It was different to give something up than to see it taken away. The difference, Kestrel said, was choice.
You can't see both sides of one coin at once, can you, child? The god of money always keeps a secret.The god of money was also the god of spies.
