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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| b334e05 | He lifted the lavender soap to his hair, and she squeaked. "You don't use that in your hair," she hissed, jolting from her perch to reach for one of the many hair tonics lining the little shelf above the bath. "Rose, lemon verbena, or ..." She sniffed the glass bottle. "Jasmine." She squinted down at him. | celeana-sardothien queen-of-shadows rowan-whitethorn sarah-j-maas | Sarah J Maas | |
| ede42af | All I wanted was to return to - to the people around me. I wanted it badly enough I didn't have room for fear. The worst had happened, and the darkness was calm and quiet. It did not seem like a bad thing to fade into. But I wanted to go home. | fear home | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 191ea05 | But then she snapped your neck." Tears rolled down his face. "And I felt you die," he whispered. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| cec517f | I want you to know," I whispered, "that I am broken and healing, but every piece of my heart belongs to you. And I am honored-- to be your mate." | love rhysand | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 1a3953a | Maybe it was some shred of courage, or recklessness, or I was so high above everything that no one save Rhys and the wind could hear, but I said, "I'm thinking that I must have been a fool in love to allow myself to be shown so little of the Spring Court. I'm thinking there's a great deal of that territory I was never allowed to see or hear about and maybe I would have lived in ignorance forever like some pet. I'm thinking..." The words bec.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| af69cc9 | These beasts, despite their dark master, are capable of love. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 66d6875 | I watched the water swirl away entirely before I twisted my head to look at him. His fingers were gentle, but firm where he'd fisted them in my hair. "You never failed them," I rasped. "I did ... horrible things to ensure that." Those violet eyes near-glowed in the dim light. "So did I." My sweat clung like blood--the blood of those two faeries-- I pivoted, barely turning in time. His other hand stroked long, soothing lines down the curve o.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 278c349 | Whatever you do," I said quietly, "don't marry Tomas Mandray. His father beats his wife, and none of his sons do anything to stop it." Nesta's eyes widened, but I added, "Bruises are harder to conceal than poverty." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| eb5d175 | Will it ever stop?" he mused, more to himself than me as another finger joined the one sliding in and out of me with taunting, indolent strokes. "Wanting you--every hour, every breath. I don't think I can stand a thousand years of this." My hips moved with him, driving him deeper. "Think of how my productivity will plummet." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 7d87ba8 | I'll try," he breathed. "I'll try to be better. I don't ... I can't control it sometimes. The rage. Today was just ... today was bad. With the Tithe, with all of it. Today--let's forget it, let's just move past it. Please." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 4142573 | It was during those infinite hours that she would fix her stare on her companion. Not the queen's hunter, who could draw out pain like a musician coaxing a melody from an instrument. But the massive white wolf, chained by invisible bonds. Forced to witness this. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| d8b5d37 | Celaena knew where she was before she awoke. And she didn't care. She was living the same story again and again. The night she'd been captured, she'd also snapped, and come to killing the person she most wanted to destroy before someone knocked her out and she awoke in a rotting dungeon. She smiled bitterly as she opened her eyes. It was always the same story, the same loss. | death loss nehemia-s-death nehemia-ytger pg240 sam-cortland | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 4ba9215 | Manon's stomach went from her throat right out her ass, | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| fa7fbb5 | Is there a purpose to this visit, or may I return to my book? | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 09d8b19 | Where is Aelin." What had he done, what had he done-- Pain sliced Lorcan's neck, warm blood dribbled down his throat, his chest. Rowan hissed, "Where is my wife?" Lorcan swayed where he knelt. Wife. Wife. "Oh, gods," Elide sobbed as she overheard, the words carrying the sound of Lorcan's own fractured heart. "Oh, gods ..." And" | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| d7defb1 | It was her turn to frown. "Where are you going?" I kissed her cheek, breathing in her lilac-and-pear scent. "I have some errands that need tending to." And looking at her, walking beside her, did little to cool the rage that still roiled in me. Not when that beautiful smile made me want to winnow back to the Spring Court and punch my Illyrian blade through Tamlin's gut. Bigger male indeed. "Go paint my nude portrait," I told her, winking, a.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 394c4f1 | I didn't think saying good-bye would be so hard. And with everything that's to come-- We'll face it together. To whatever end. | goodbye love queen-of-shadows sarah-j-maas | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 5558dde | Cauldron save you. Mother hold you. Pass through the gates, and smell that immortal land of milk and honey. Fear no evil. Feel no pain. Go, and enter eternity. | death eternity | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 6690cd2 | Prince Rowan Whitethorn, of Doranelle. Former commander to Queen Maeve, and a member of her royal household." Yrene could have sworn the blood drained wholly from Arghun's face. "Aelin Galathynius is to wed Rowan Whitethorn?" From the way the prince said the name ... he'd indeed heard of this Rowan. Chaol had mentioned Rowan more than once in passing--Rowan, who had managed to heal much of the damage in his spine. A Fae Prince. And Aelin's .. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| f1c4b60 | Perhaps the Darkness was another world, another realm. Perhaps she'd gone to the hell-realm the humans so feared. She hated Death. And Death could go to hell, too- | manon-blackbeak | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 2bb69cb | I've never taken a woman on a beach," - Rowan Whitethorn" | beach-romance empire-of-storms eos rowan-whitethorn sarah-j-maas sex-on-the-beach throne-of-glass tog | Sarah J. Maas | |
| ade2a29 | Tomorrow will be better. It might be only a foot more than today, but it will be a foot longer that you can run | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 030ccd0 | I wished him peace and happiness, but I did not wish to see him. Speak with him. Deal with him. Not for a good long while. Perhaps forever. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 2821cc0 | The library looked as it had always had: dim, cavernous, achingly beautiful in its ancient stone architecture and endless corridors lined with books. And totally silent. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 07f74d8 | He took my hand, interlacing our fingers. "We can make whatever rules we want. You have every right to question me, push me--both in private and in public." A snort. "Of course, if you decide to truly kick my ass, I might request that it's done behind closed doors so I don't have to suffer centuries of teasing, but--" | feyre love rhysand young-adult | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 69c1e95 | There will be a monument," she said to Abraxos, to Manon. "Should you wish it, I will build a monument right there. So no one shall ever forget what was given. Who we have to thank." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 33c733e | Nameless is my price," the king said. Aelin went still. "Nameless is my price," his father repeated. The warning of an ancient witch, the damning words written on the back of the Amulet of Orynth. "For the bastard-born mark you bear, you are Nameless, yet am I not so as well?" He glanced between them, his eyes wide. "What is my name?" "This is ridiculous," Dorian said through his teeth. "Your name is--" But where there should have been a na.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| b6d8102 | Why are you crying, Fireheart? | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 505fb4c | Elena hated them, then. Hated the gods who had demanded this. Hated herself. Hated that this was asked, all these bright lights . . . | pg606 | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 2db0d14 | To the stars who listen, Feyre. To the dreams tat are answered, Rhys. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| f2abecc | I wished my human heart had been changed with the rest of me, made into immortal marble. Instead of the shredded bit of blackness that it now was, leaking its ichor into me. Tamlin | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| d4315fc | Adarlan could take their freedom, it could destroy their lives and beat and whip them, it could force them into ridiculous contests, but, criminal or not, they were stil human. Dying--rather than playing in the king's game--was the only choice left to him. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| afb60a2 | But hard bitten cynicism leaves one feeling peevish, and too much of it can do lasting damage to your heart. | Julie Powell | ||
| 8d40a7c | Two years ago, I was a twenty-nine year old secretary. Now I am a thirty-one year old writer. I get paid very well to sit around in my pajamas and type on my ridiculously fancy iMac, unless I'd rather take a nap. Feel free to hate me -- I certainly would. | Julie Powell | ||
| 0564fdf | The world has long ceased to be the author of your anguish. | blame recovery responsibility suffering | R. Scott Bakker | |
| 5113127 | The first love is the difficult love. | Raymond E. Feist | ||
| 680fbcf | You can't succeed unless you're willing to risk failure | Raymond E. Feist | ||
| 3b9e28f | You are a fool to speak of last great battles, Sam, for the last great battle is always the next one. | battle kali perspective | Roger Zelazny | |
| 36e6c69 | If you ever loved anything in your life, try to remember it. If you ever betrayed anything, pretend for a moment that you have been forgiven. If you ever feared anything, pretend for an instant that those days are gone and will never return. Buy the lie and hold to it for as long as you can. Press your familiar, whatever its name, to your breast and stroke it till it purrs. | life love pain | Roger Zelazny | |
| 5971360 | Edward Gibbon, in his classic work on the fall of the Roman Empire, describes the Roman era's declension as a place where "bizarreness masqueraded as creativity." | creativity shock | Edward Gibbon | |
| 424df79 | If he were any stiffer, Alanna thought wryly, I'd paint a design on him and use him for a shield. | Tamora Pierce | ||
| 3092635 | Your place in life you can always change, whether you have the gift or not. But you cannot change what the gods have made you. The sooner you accept that, the happier you'll be. | Tamora Pierce | ||
| e2ecf12 | Ralon didn't make anyone else put his tack away?" Alex wanted to know. "You didn't see anything strange?" Alanna didn't look up. "No." , she excused her lie mentally. " | bully lying ralon strange | Tamora Pierce | |
| fcc0d0d | This is what I've come to," he said mournfully. "Following little birdies" | Tamora Pierce |