Eunice Yan

“For the murder of Jest, the court joker of Hearts, I sentence this man to death.’
She spoke without feeling, unburdened by love or dreams or the pain of a broken heart. It was a new day in Hearts, and she was the Queen.
‘Off with his head”
― 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

“Is that . . . has it all been for that? The tea party, the letters, what you said at the festival . . . all of it, no more than an attempt to steal my heart so you could take it back to your queen?’
‘The easiest way to steal something,’ Jest murmured, ‘is for it to be given willingly.”
― Marissa Meyer, Heartless

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