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| 59e75bc | So," Mikhail said, shattering her thoughts as he pointed a fork at her, "when your master beat the living daylights out of you, did you actually deserve it?" Ansel shot him a dark look, and Celaena straightened. Even Ilias was now listening, his lovely eyes fixed on her face. But Celaena stared right at Mikhail. "I suppose it depends on who is telling the story." Ansel chuckled. "If Arobynn Hamel is telling the story, then yes, I suppose I .. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 860ef1b | but you remain your own person. You decide your fate--your choices. Not me. You chose yesterday. You choose every day. Forever. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| b04e2e2 | The gods had vanished, her mother had once claimed. But had they? Had it been some god who had visited tonight, clothed in the skin of a battered young woman? Or had it merely been their distant whispers that prompted the stranger to walk down that alley? She would never know, she supposed. And maybe that was the whole point. | the-assassin-and-the-healer yrene-towers | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 4655b5e | There's a grave I need to visit. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| b9d1fec | No." Chaol thought he had not heard it, the word that cleaved through the air just before the guard's sword did. One blow from that mighty sword. That was all it took to sever Sorscha's head. The scream that erupted out of Dorian was the worst sound that Chaol had ever heard. Worse even than the wet, heavy thud of her head hitting the red marble. Aedion began roaring--roaring and cursing at the king, thrashing against his chains, but the g.. | dorian sorscha | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 5186fe6 | That's thirty," Ansel said. "We can count," Rolfe snipped. Ansel lifted a wine-red brow. "Can you really?" Despite the army marching on them, Lysandra's mouth twitched upward. Rolfe just rolled his eyes and went back to watching the approaching army." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| bdee0c2 | Dorian offered a lazy grin in return, believe it or not, this ship has an unnatural number of attractive men and women on board. You'll fit right in, and fit in with the cranky immortals, I suppose. | series | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 0ba9bf0 | I do not accept this. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 6ea58a2 | How much had I missed in these months of despair and numbness? | numbness | Sarah J. Maas | |
| c737295 | She has the most delicious thoughts about you, Tamlin," he said. "She's wondered about the feeling of your fingers on her thighs--between them, too." He chuckled. Even as he said my most private thoughts, even as I burned with outrage and shame, I trembled at the grip still on my mind. Rhysand turned to the High Lord. "I'm curious: Why did she wonder if it would feel good to have you bite her breast the way you bit her neck?" "Let. Her. Go... | high-lord intimate let-her-go mad rage read-minds rhysand tamlin thoughts | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 8b1dd09 | It was hope that stood beside him, hidden and protected these years in this city, and in the years before it, spirited across the earth by the gods themselves, concealed from the forces poised to destroy her. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 843e7a6 | She was not ashamed of the truth before her. She was not afraid. Manon's grandmother led the attack, her maneuvers the deadliest. It was from her that the first slice of pain appeared. A rip of iron nails through Manon's shoulder. But Manon swung her sword, again and again, iron on steel ringing out across the icy peaks. No, she was not afraid at all. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 5402729 | Your remind me of what the world ought to be; what the world can be. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 91f923d | Cadre, yet more than that. Brothers - the warriors fighting at his side were his brothers. Had stayed with him through all of it. And would continue to do so now. | kingdom-of-ash rowan-whitethorn | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 9aeca95 | A door opened at the far end of the hall, followed by rushing, light steps. He rose a heartbeat before a joyous "Aedion!" sang over the stones. Evangeline was beaming, clad head to toe in green woolen clothes bordered with white fur, her red-gold hair hanging in two plaits. Like the mountain girls of Terrasen. Her scars stretched wide as she grinned, and Aedion threw open his arms just before she launched herself on him. "They said you arri.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 1779992 | Rowan wriggled his fingers in silent reminder. Shall we? Aelin scowled and took his hand, letting him haul her to her feet. So pushy. Rowan slid an arm around her shoulders. That's the most polite thing you've ever said about me. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 8cc372b | Celaena couldn't recall a time when she didn't want to beat in the girl's face with a brick. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 8127dd7 | Aelin would come back, and when she did . . . With every breath, Aedion felt that lingering scent wrapping tighter around his heart and soul. When she came back, he was never letting her go. | aelin-galathynius pg215 | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 5462290 | I like music,' she said slowly, 'because when I hear it, I...I lose myself within myself if that makes any sense. I become empty and full all at once. | ya | Sarah J. Maas | |
| c061739 | For a heartbeat, the silence peeled back long enough for that question to worm its way into her skull, into her skin, into her breath and bones. And in the dark, she remembered. | sam-cortland the-assassin-s-blade throne-of-glass | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 695fcaa | If it's any consolation, cousin, I behaved rather poorly the other day." "Is he dead?" "No." "Then I'd say you controlled yourself admirably." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| dc0fded | The assassin pivoted around the table and took aim again. She missed. Gritting her teeth, she considered snapping the cue in half across her knee. But she'd been attempting to play for only an hour. She'd be incredible by midnight! She'd master this ridiculous game or she'd turn the table into firewood. And use it to burn Cain alive. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| ba844ac | Then, holding Manon's gaze, Aelin sheathed her mighty blade across her back, the giant ruby in the pommel catching in the midday light. "Swords are boring," the queen said, and palmed two fighting knives. Manon sheathed Wind-Cleaver along her own back. She flicked her wrists, the iron nails shooting out. She cracked her jaw, and her fangs descended, "Indeed". The queen looked at the nails, the teeth, and grinned. Honestly---it was a shame .. | manon-blackbeak throne-of-glass | Sarah J. Maas | |
| cef01ea | That was when they noticed that every musician on the stage was wearing mourning black. That was when they shut up. And when the conductor raised his arms, it was not a symphony that filled the cavernous space. It was the Song of Eyllwe. Then the Song of Fenharrow. And Melisande. And Terrasen. Each nation that had people in those labor camps. And finally, not for pomp or triumph, but to mourn what they had become, they played the Song of Ad.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 749d346 | Lucien kept rubbing at his temples as he ate, unusually silent, and I hid my smile as I asked him, "And where were you last night?" Lucien's metal eye narrowed on me. "I'll have you know that while you two were dancing with the spirits, I was stuck on border patrol." Tamlin gave a pointed cough, and Lucien added, "With some company." He gave me a sly grin. "Rumor has it you two didn't come back until after dawn." I glanced at Tamlin, biting.. | feyre intimate lucien nothing reaction tamlin | Sarah J. Maas | |
| ee0462c | When Sam had died, she had tucked him into her heart, tucked him alongside her other beloved dead, whose names she kept so secret she sometimes forgot them. But Nehemia--Nehemia wouldn't fit. It was as if her heart was too full of the dead, too full of those lives that had ended well before their time. | nehemia-s-death nehemia-ytger pg325 | Sarah J. Maas | |
| a6606c4 | No longer would they be locked away in her heart. No longer would she be ashamed. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| b2f7793 | Te amo --susurro y me beso la frente--. Con espinas y todo.>> | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 8bbf97e | She couldn't blame them; the dress was spectacular. And she was spectacular in it. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 4dc56fb | He'd followed. She'd known it in her bones, her blood. He'd kept high in the skies, but he'd followed until she'd entered the building. She knew he was now waiting on a nearby rooftop to see her light kindle. Twin instincts warred within her: to leave the faelight untouched and make him wait in the freezing dark, or to ignite that bowl and just get rid of his presence. Get rid of everything he was. | cassian nessian nesta | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 6e9b1c9 | The Mute Master had told her that people dealt with their pain in different ways--that some chose to drown it, some chose to love it, and some chose to let it turn into rage. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| b249ebc | She didn't want to recall how Nehemia had been used--had used --against her, to force her to act. Wanted to pretend she wasn't starting to forget what Nehemia had looked like. "Shift again," Rowan ordered, jerking his chin at her. "This time, try to--" She was forgetting what Nehemia looked like. The shade of her eyes, the curve of her lips, the smell of her. Her laugh. The roaring in Celaena's head went quiet, silenced by that familiar no.. | depression nehemia-ytger pg162 | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 24d2bff | The guys who play it [soccer] are kinda dumb. Why don't they just kick the crap out of the guy in front of the net? Then they could score all they want. | soccer sports | Tite Kubo | |
| b0ecf3e | Everyone in this world acknowledges as truth only | Tite Kubo | ||
| c4eec76 | You can count the bruises on your heart easily enough, but numbering sins is a far tricker matter. Men are eternally forgetting for their benefit. They leave it to the World to remeber, and to the Outside to call them to harsh accout. One hundred Heavens . . . for one thousand Hells. | sin | R. Scott Bakker | |
| 6e1f692 | If we're nothing more than our thoughts and passions, and if our thoughts and passions are nothing more than movements of our souls, then we are nothing more than those who move us. | R. Scott Bakker | ||
| b312b89 | When one believed, one's soul moved. When one didn't, everything else moved. | R. Scott Bakker | ||
| 4a471bb | Answers are like opium: the more you imbibe, the more you need. Which is why the sober man finds solace in mystery. | R. Scott Bakker | ||
| 83e2afc | For all things there is a toll. We pay in breaths, and our purse is soon empty. | R. Scott Bakker | ||
| 8001b86 | Doubt, he would say, set men free ... Doubt, not truth! Beliefs were the foundation of actions. Those who believed without doubting, he would say, acted without thinking. And those who acted without thinking were enslaved. | R. Scott Bakker | ||
| bbaa2af | Once a Buddha, always a Buddha, Sam. Dust off some of your old parables. You have about fifteen minutes.' Sam held out his hand. "Give me some tobacco and a paper." | funny religion sf | Roger Zelazny | |
| 72e915d | I wonder as to the value of consciousness," said Jack, "if it does not change the nature of a beast." | Roger Zelazny | ||
| ad380b7 | You were correct, for all men have within them both that which is dark and that which is light. A man is a thing of many divisions, not a pure, clear flame such as you once were. His intellect often wars with his emotions, his will with his desires . . . his ideals are at odds with his environment, and if he follows them, he knows keenly the loss of that which was old, but if he does not follow them, he feels the pain of having forsaken .. | Roger Zelazny | ||
| 0ee4cc6 | While I had often said that I wanted to die in bed, what I really meant was that in my old age I wanted to be stepped on by an elephant while making love. | Roger Zelazny |