Alissa

“Off with its head,” she whispered to herself,”
― Marissa Meyer, Heartless

“...she's the jammiest bit of jam, isn't she”
― Marissa Meyer, Heartless

“What are you doing here?” she whispered. “You’re…” He grinned. “A wanted man?” She ducked beneath the raised hands of the next couple. Rotated back. Curtsied. “Exactly,” she said as her palm found Jest’s again. “Good,” he said, his dimples showing, “I hoped you might still feel that way.”
― Marissa Meyer, Heartless

“Mind my words, Cheshire, I will have you banished from this kingdom if you tempt me."
"An empty threat from an empty girl."
She rounded on him, teeth flashing. "I am not empty. I am full to the brim with murder and revenge. I am overflowing and I do not think you wish for me to overflow on to you."
"There was a time" – Cheshire yawned – "when you overflowed with whimsy and icing sugar. I liked that Catherine better.”
― Marissa Meyer, Heartless