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a37e4a5
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"Perhaps not," said Will, who had ears like a bat's. "But I would make a radiant bride."
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humor
sass
william-herondale
will
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Cassandra Clare |
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485f59e
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"Where did you live before you came here?" I asked. "The moon," he said smoothly. "We left because the place had no atmosphere."
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the-impossible-knife-of-memory
sass
sarcasm
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Laurie Halse Anderson |
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cd90bec
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"What are you doing?" Celaena lifted another piece of paper. "If His Pirateness can't be bothered to clean for us, then I don't see why I can't have a look." "He'll be here any second," Sam hissed. She picked up a flattened map, examining the dots and markings along the coastline of their continent. Something small and round gleamed beneath the map, and she slipped it into her pocket before Sam could notice. "Oh, hush," she said, opening the hutch on the wall adjacent to the desk. "With these creaky floors, we'll hear him a mile off." The hutch was crammed with rolled scrolls, quills, the odd coin, and some very old, very expensive-looking brandy. She pulled out a bottle, swirling the amber liquid in the sunlight streaming through the tiny porthole window. "Care for a drink?"
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sam-cortland
sass
humorous-quotes
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Sarah J. Maas |
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17eafde
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"Rolfe unlocked the door, muttering, "This had better be worth my time," and stalked into the awaiting dimness beyond. Then stopped dead. Even in the watery light, Dorian could perfectly see the woman sitting at Rolfe's desk, her black clothes dirty, weapons gleaming, and her feet propped on the dark wooden surface. Aelin Galathynius, her hands laced behind her head, grinned at them all and said, "I like this office far better thank your old one Rolfe."
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rolfe
dorian-havilliard
sass
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Sarah J. Maas |