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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 7f21b7e | Something wild and foreign issued a cry within her, shattering through the pain in her head, and thoughts of poppies and cages faded away. She must do what was necessary to save the crown - and her future. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| e42c7b5 | I'm not sure I can give my entire heart to him that way. And... and I love him enough to want him to find someone who can truly love him like he deserves. And I love myself... I love myself enough to not want to settle until I find that person, too. | azriel mor moriel sarah-j-maas | Sarah J. Maas | |
| dfa832b | Tell me what to do," he said. "Tell me what to do to help you." Rhys kept the plate beyond reach. He spoke again, and as if the words tumbling out loosened his grip on his power, talons of smoke curled over his fingers and great wings of shadow spread from his back. "Months and months, and you're still a ghost. Does no one there ask what the hell is happening? Does your High Lord simply not care?" He did care. Tamlin did care. Perhaps too.. | feyrhys feysand | Sarah J. Maas | |
| e7761a2 | Not quite daring to believe she wasn't still asleep, Aelin walked toward that rock, whispering the Song of Thanks to Mala Fire-Bringer for leading her to this place, this moment. Aelin ran her hand over the rough rock, and the sun-warmed stone tingled as if in greeting. Then she stepped beyond the stone. And at long last, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius was home. | finally-home | Sarah J. Maas | |
| ea9b59e | Lysandra gazed at the ring, then lifted her eyes to Aelin's face-- and threw her arms around her neck, squeezing tight. She took that as a yes. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| a6dfe65 | Chaol positively hated Roland, and whenever he came up in conversation, it was usually accompanied by phrases like "conniving wretch" and "sniveling, spoiled ass." At least, that's what Chaol had been roaring three years ago, after the captain had punched Roland so hard in the face that the youth blacked out." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| c39e413 | Absolute confidence, absolute arrogance: her best shields and most beloved masks. "I hope His Majesty has a decent spread of food for me to eat while I'm being interrogated." "Watch your mouth or the only thing you'll be eating is hot coals." "Do you actually make people do that?" His eyes narrowed. "What kind of person do you take me for?" | chaol-westfall chaolaena | Sarah J Maas | |
| 0c64c37 | A queen- a queen who bowed to no one, a queen who had faced them all down and never apologized for it. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| c3bbe00 | Elide said, "Your mount doesn't seem evil." Abraxos's tail thumped on the ground, the iron spikes in it glinting. A giant, lethal dog. With wings." | elide-lochan | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 277f4d2 | The High Lord did not smile. I kept my face neutral, vaguely bored. His gaze drifted to my chest, the bare skin revealed by the sweeping vee of my gown, as if he could see where that spark of life, his power, had gone. Rhys followed that gaze. "Her breasts are rather spectacular, aren't they? Delicious as ripe apples." I fought the urge to scowl, and instead slid my attention to him, as indolently as he'd looked at me, at the others. "Here .. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 90f8838 | Mor patted Azriel on the shoulder as she dodged his outstretched wing. "Relax, Az - no fighting tonight. We promised Rhys." The lurking shadows vanished entirely as Azriel's head dipped a bit - his night-dark hair sliding over his handsome face as if to shield him from that mercilessly beautiful grin." | mor | Sarah J. Maas | |
| e4a3896 | I will find you. Rowan | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 7a82d9b | Then we shall shut them," Gavriel said, and smiled grimly. "Together." The word was more of a question, subtle and sorrowful. Together. As father and son. As the two warriors they were. Gavriel - his father. He had come. And looking at those tawny eyes, Aedion knew it was not for Aelin, or for Terrasen, that his father had done it. "Together," Aedion rasped" | kingdom-of-ash | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 3d15ccc | Gavriel smiled at him. "Close the gate, Aedion," was all his father said. And then Gavriel stepped beyond the gates. That golden shield spreading thin." | gavriel kingdom-of-ash | Sarah J. Maas | |
| b233de4 | Chaol's back ached thanks to yesterday's ride and last night's ... other ride. Multiple rides. | yrene-towers-towers | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 5bf7eeb | What if you could stand against us--hold your own, a High Lady?" "There are no High Ladies." His brows furrowed, but he shook his head. "We'll talk about that later, too. But yes, Feyre--there can be High Ladies." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 78b83cd | She found the rolling earthen hills of the north in his eyes. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 70451bd | So she left Rowan in the hall. But it did not stop her from wishing she could keep him. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 239cc77 | She was not afraid. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 79ceb59 | He didn't stop moving, seemed to know where every opponent fought both ahead and behind, seemed to breathe in the flow of the battle around him... I'd never seen anything like it-- the skill and the precision. It was like a dance. I must have said it aloud because Mor replied, 'For him, that's what battle is. A symphony. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 1c3faf7 | You are not most people, and I think you like it that way. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 8d06c46 | I hold you to no promises. And I will hold to none of my own. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 0430258 | It was not the sorrowful, lovely piece she had once played for Dorian, and it was not the light, dancing melodies she'd played for sport; it was not the complex and clever pieces she had played for Nehemia and Chaol. This piece was a celebration--a reaffirmation of life, of glory, of the pain and beauty in breathing. Perhaps that was why she'd gone to hear it performed every year, after so much killing and torture and punishment: as a remin.. | long music pg295 rowan-whitethorn | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 7982b5a | She would fill the world with it, with her light-her gift. She would light up the darkness, so brightly that all who were lost or wounded or broken would find their way to it, a beacon for those who still dwelled in that abyss. It would not take a monster to destroy a monster-but light, light to drive out the darkness. She was not afraid. | celaena-sardothien hope light | Sarah J. Maas | |
| ed340a1 | I was given this gift by silba. It is not right to charge for what was granted for free | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 95d2bfb | We are the masters of our own fates - we decide how we go forward. | celaena-sardothien throne-of-glass | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 04c98b9 | want to draw you," I said. "As my birthday present to me." His smile was positively feline. I added, flipping open my sketchbook and turning to the first page, "You said once that nude would be best." Rhys's eyes glowed, and a whisper of his power through the room had the curtains parting, flooding the space with midmorning sunshine. Showing every glorious naked inch of him sprawled across the bed, illuminating the faint reds and golds of h.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 2423c55 | She had not understood what it had been like for him to live his entire life underground, chained and beaten and crippled--until then. Until she heard that noise of undiluted, unyielding joy. Until she echoed it, tipping her head back to the clouds around them. They sailed over a sea of clouds, and Abraxos dipped his claws in them before tilting to race up a wind-carved column of cloud. Higher and higher, until they reached its peak and he .. | freedom manon-blackbeak pg268 | Sarah J. Maas | |
| e9a9482 | Hoped that an assassin's jewel would pay for a healer's education. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 07e628c | I yielded my grace--my perfect immortality. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 9b43fe4 | You're my equal. And as much as that means we have each other's backs in public, it also means we that grant each other the gift of honesty - of truth. | honesty partnership relationships truth | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 25783aa | Rhysand, the male who had always presented me with a choice not as a gift, but as my own gods-given right. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| d2ee8e3 | I suppose if we're going to die, it should be for a noble cause," he said." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| eee8a34 | The world had ended and begun anew, and yet nothing had changed, either. The sun would still rise and fall, the seasons would still change, heedless of whether he was free or enslaved, prince or king, heedless of who was alive and who was gone. The world would keep moving on. In didn't seem right, somehow. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 06b076e | She would have an adventure. For herself. This one time. She would see her homeland, and smell it and breathe it in. See it from high above, see it racing as fast as the wind. She owed herself that much. | home nesryn-faliq | Sarah J. Maas | |
| dbba6aa | You will keep other people out of it!" she screamed, so loudly that the birds stopped chattering. She thrashed against him, gripping his wrists. "No one else!" "Tell me why, Aelin." That gods-damned name . . . She dug her nails into his wrists. "Because I am of it!" She was gulping down air, each breath shuddering as the horrific realization she'd been holding at bay since Nehemia's death came loose. "I told her I would not help, so she o.. | nehemia-ytger pg293 rowan-whitethorn | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 09475f6 | Very well." "Say it." "Say what?" "Say my name. Say, 'Very well, Dorian.'" She rolled her eyes. "If it pleases Your Magnanimous Holiness, I shall call you by your first name." | dorian friends | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 1822fa5 | Run and run and disappear into the mountains and live in solitude in the dark green of the wild, with a pine needle carpet and a blanket of stars overhead. She could do it. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 98737ff | People dont care what you know until they know what you care | John C. Maxwell | ||
| 35e04e2 | If you're not failing, you're probably not really moving forward. | John C. Maxwell | ||
| 1c1a6be | a total stranger one black day knocked living the hell out of me- who found forgiveness hard because my(as it happened)self he was | e.e. cummings | ||
| 35ee6f0 | i remember we all cried like the Missouri when my Uncle Sol's coffin lurched because somebody pressed a button (and down went my uncle | e.e. cummings | ||
| a5e266b | 10 maggie and millie and molly and may went down to the beach (to play one day) and maggie discovered a shell that sang so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles, and millie befriended a stranded star whose rays five languid fingers were and molly was chased by a horrible thing which raced sideways while blowing bubbles: and may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world & as large as alone | E E Cummings. | ||
| 39e62ca | I will not kiss your fucking flag | E.E. Cummings |