“He turned her head to face him. “Please wake up.” And she did. Not like a long-sleeping princess, who might have emerged from a leisurely nap with a refreshing stretch, a graceful arch of her back, eyelids flickering groggily from such a satisfying rest. No. Nova McLain bolted upright and screamed.”

“He turned her head to face him. “Please wake up.” And she did. Not like a long-sleeping princess, who might have emerged from a leisurely nap with a refreshing stretch, a graceful arch of her back, eyelids flickering groggily from such a satisfying rest. No. Nova McLain bolted upright and screamed.”

— Marissa Meyer