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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 842e6d4 | So Sorscha lifted her head, even as her mouth trembled, even as her eyes burned, and stared down the King of Adarlan. "You destroyed everything I had, and you deserve everything that's to come," she said. Then she looked at Dorian, whose eyes were indeed wide, his face bone-white. "I was not supposed to love you. But I did. I do. And there is so much I wish . . . I wish we could have done together, seen together." | pg546 sorscha | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 9344c8c | Then I would have torn apart the world to get you back. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 9af945c | Find the evil in the castle ... But the only truly evil thing in this world is the man ruling it. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 1abcd00 | All of us who fight here today do so with someone standing invisible behind us." Asterin's gold-flecked black eyes softened a bit. "Yes," was all Manon's Second said as her hand drifted to her abdomen. Not in memory of the hateful word branded there, of what had been done to her. In memory of the stillborn witchling who had been thrown by Manon's grandmother into the fire before Asterin had a chance to hold her. In memory of the hunter whom.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| b2fe712 | Celaena jabbed the cue, and hit the ball with such force that it zoomed toward the back wall of the table, knocking three colored balls out of its way before it collided with the number three ball, sending it shooting straight for a hole. It stopped rolling at the edge of the pocket. A shriek of rage ripped from her throat, and Celaena ran over to the pocket. She first screamed at the ball, then took the cue in her hands and bit down upon t.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| f78456e | All of this time, I thought you were just some pretty girl from Bellhaven who stole jewels to get her fathe's attentiin. Little did I know that the blond-haired girl was Queen of the Underworld. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 01c6658 | His summons was answered quickly this time. Yet it was not Gavin who emerged, shimmering, from the night air. Dorian's magic flared, rallying to strike, as the figure took form. As Kaltain Rompier, clad in an onyx gown and dark hair unbound, smiled sadly at him. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| b63a495 | Something to remember when fighting me, Sardothien," he panted. The sun caught in his golden-brown eyes. "Hmm?" she grunted, lunging to deflect his newest attack. "I don't lose." He grinned at her, and before she could comprehend the words, something cut into her feet and-- She had the sickening feeling of falling. She gasped as her spine collided with marble, the rapier flying from her hand. Chaol pointed his blade at her heart. "I win," h.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 6b61817 | She did not know how long she fell with them. But then there was a rushing, roaring below--a frozen river. Whispers and foggy light were rising to meet them. No, not rising--this was the bottom. An end to the abyss. And an end to her, perhaps, at last. She didn't know if the Valg princes' hissing was from anger or pleasure as they slammed into that frozen river at the bottom of her soul. | pg450 | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 9f0667f | As she walked through the foggy streets toward the ramshackle docks, Celaena had prayed Yrene Towers wasn't foolish enough to tell anyone--especially the innkeeper--about the money. Prayed Yrene Towers seized her life with both hands and set out for the pale-stoned city of Antica. Prayed that somehow, years from now, Yrene Towers would return to this continent, and maybe, just maybe, heal their shattered world a little bit. | yrene-towers | Sarah J. Maas | |
| f56b9ca | They alighted on a little plateau covered in purple and orange wildflowers, its grasses hissing in the wind. Abraxos was practically grunting with joy, and Manon, her exhaustion as heavy as the red cloak she wore, didn't bother to reprimand him. | manon-blackbeak | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 9d14b92 | Isn't that what all human women wish for? A handsome faerie lord to wed and shower them with riches for the rest of their lives? | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 28eccfb | Celaena peered in the mirror--and stopped dead. The somewhat shorter hair was the least of the changes. She was now flushed with color, her eyes bright and clear, and though she'd regained the weight she'd lost during that winter, her face was leaner. A woman--a woman was smiling back at her, beautiful for every scar and imperfection and mark of survival, beautiful for the fact that the smile was real, and she felt it kindle the long-slumbe.. | development pg489 | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 4b4e6d6 | The Keep was in chaos. Witches and humans were running around, shouting. Magic. Magic was free. Not possible. But she could feel it, even with the collar around her neck and that scar on her arm. The loosing of some great beast inside her. A beast who purred at the shadowfire. | pg562 | Sarah J. Maas | |
| ef6ff0b | Run. And when you come back..."The king was getting to his feet, but another wave of Dorian's magic slammed into him, knocking him down. There were tears staining Dorian's bloody cheeks now. "When you come back," The prince said, "burn this place to the ground." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| e0a263d | And will you come with me? On this adventure - and all the rest?" Rhys leaned forward and kissed me. "Always." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 142050c | She had survived slavery and hatred and despair; she would survive this, too. Because hers was not a story of darkness. So she was not afraid of that crushing black, not with the warrior holding her, not with the courage having one true friend offered - a friend who made living not so awful after all, not if she were with him. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 5473e44 | He was Lord of Nothing. Lord of Oath-Breakers. Lord of Liars. | throne-of-glass tower-of-dawn | Sarah J. Maas | |
| d6e883e | I now wondered if the lullaby of death was not a lovely song, but the droning of flies. If flies and maggots were all Death's handmaidens. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 5da5517 | Just because I have money doesn't mean I need to spend it. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 7381afb | Oh, thank the gods. Now I can talk to someone about clothes without being asked how so-and-so would approve of it, or gobble down a box of chocolates without someone telling me I'd better watch my figure--tell me you like chocolates. You do, right? I remember stealing a box from your room once when you were out killing someone. They were delicious." Aelin waved a hand toward the boxes of goodies on the table. "You brought chocolate--as far .. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 2cc94b2 | No self-righteous speeches?" "This is war," he said simply. "We're past that sort of thing." | self-righteous speech war | Sarah J. Maas | |
| dd07ba0 | Ask me to marry you." Elide began crying, even as she laughed. "Will you marry me, LorcanSalvaterre?" He swept her up into his arms, raining kisses over her face. As if some final, chained part of him had been freed. "I'll think about it." Elide laughed, smacking his shoulder. And then laughed again, louder. Lorcan set her down. "What?" Elide's mouth bobbed as she tried to stop her laughing. "It's just ... I'm Lady of Perranth. If you marry.. | lord-lorcan-lochan | Sarah J. Maas | |
| fd70a5d | This is Velaris," I explained. "The City of Starlight." His throat bobbed. "And you are High Lady of the Night Court." "Indeed she is." My blood stopped at the voice that drawled from behind me. At the scent that hit me, awoke me." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 02e9cfb | Anger was better than feeling nothing; because anger and hatred were the long-lasting fuel in the endless dark of my despair. The same way that music had kept me from breaking. | breaking dark darkness despair feel feeling fury hatred music | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 632517b | But maybe," he said, quietly enough that she looked at him again. He didn't smile, but his eyes were inquisitive. "Maybe we could find the way back together." He would not apologize for today, or yesterday, or for any of it. And she would not ask him to, not now that she understood that in the weeks she had been looking at him it had been like gazing at a reflection. No wonder she had loathed him. "I think," she said, barely more than a whi.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 562a38d | Manon found herself walking toward the wyvern, and stopped with not five feet between them. "He's mine," Manon said, taking in the scars, the limp, the burning life in those eyes. The witch and the wyvern looked at each other for a moment that lasted for a heartbeat, that lasted for eternity. "You're mine," Manon said to him. The wyvern blinked at her, Titus's blood still dripping from his cracked and broken teeth, and Manon had the feeling.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| aadf9d0 | Tears shone in Lucien's remaining eye as he raised his hands and removed the fox mask. The brutally scarred face beneath was still handsome--his features sharp and elegant. But my host was looking at Tamlin now, who slowly faced my dead body. Tamlin's still-masked face twisted into something truly lupine as he raised his eyes to the queen and snarled. Fangs lengthened. Amarantha backed away--away from my corpse. She only whispered "Please" .. | animalistic beast emotional-tears fury high-fae high-lord kill lucien mask rage tamlin wrath | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 7f341fe | She was a whirlwind of steel and blood. As he watched her cut through the men as though they were stalks of wheat in a field, he understood how she had gotten so close to touching Endovier's wall that day. And at last-after all these months-he saw the lethal predator he'd expected to find in the mines. there was nothing human in her eyes, nothing remotely merciful. It froze his heart. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 27f6253 | Nehemia stared at him for a long moment before nodding. "You have power in you, Prince. More power than you realize." She touched his chest, tracing a symbol there, too, and some of the court ladies gasped. But Nehemia's eyes were locked on his. "It sleeps," she whispered, tapping his heart. "In here. When the time comes, when it awakens, do not be afraid." She removed her hand and gave him a sad smile. "When it is time, I will help you. Wi.. | magic nehemia-ytger pg137 power | Sarah J. Maas | |
| f183a2d | There was a scrape and crunch of shoes, then a small, smooth hand slid toward her. But it was not Chaol or Sam or Nehemia who lay across from her, watching her with those sad turquoise eyes. Her cheek against the moss, the young princess she had been--Aelin Galathynius--reached a hand for her. "Get up," she said softly. Celaena shook her head. Aelin strained for her, bridging that rift in the foundation of the world. "Get up." A promise--a .. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| f3855a0 | Witches, the townsfolk whispered, husbands wide-eyed and disbelieving as the women took to the skies, red cloaks billowing. Witches amongst us all this time. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 227dae2 | She had a flicker of memory from a time when, just for a moment, she'd been free; when the world had been wide open and she'd been about to enter it with Sam at her side. It was a freedom that she was still working for, because even though she'd tasted it only for a heartbeat, it had been the most exquisite heartbeat she'd ever experienced. | freedom | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 81c07e4 | Aelin smiled, and eternity opened before them, shining and glorious and lovely. "Tell me tomorrow." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 4aab1ce | Why don't you just hide in one of those pocket-realms for a bit?" "It doesn't work like that. There's no air there." I gave him a look to say he should definitely do it then, and he laughed." | feyre rhysand sarah-j-maas | Sarah J. Maas | |
| f315cbf | She was as much a queen as Maeve. She was the sovereign of a strong people and a mighty kingdom. She was the heir of ash and fire, and she would bow to no one. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 37a600d | He smiled for a heartbeat longer. I had never seen anyone so handsome-and never had so many warning bells pealed in my head because of it. | rhysand | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 8bcd2d3 | My name is Sam Cortland ... and I will not be afraid. I've been doing it for years. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 68729ef | He'd seen the look on her face when Archer had mentioned Sam. He'd heard of Sam Cortland's death in passing. He'd never known that Celaena and Sam had crossed paths, that Celaena had ever ... ever loved that fiercely. On the night she was captured, she hadn't been out to collect cold coin for a contract--no, she'd gone into that house to get revenge for the sort of loss he couldn't begin to imagine. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| cff1bdc | Dorian nodded his thanks. "The first time you met Aelin, did you know...?" A snort. "No. Gods, no. We wanted to kill each other." The amusement flickered. "She was... in a very dark place. We both were. But we led each other out of it. Found a way-- together." For a heartbeat, Dorian could only stare. As if reading his mind, Rowan said, "You'll find your way, too, Dorian. You'll find your way out." | sarah-j-maas throne-of-glass | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 22acea4 | Aelin swiped up the emeralds in a hand, picking them over as she glanced at Rowan beneath her lashes. "She must be a rare, staggering beauty to make you so faithful." Gods save them all. He could have sworn Fenrys coughed behind him. Aelin chucked the emeralds into the metal dish as if they were bits of copper, their plunking the only sound. "She must be clever" - - "and fascinating" - - "and very, talented." went the emeralds. She .. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 62d7dc2 | Does your blood run blue or red? You decide. If it runs blue, it turns out I have jurisdiction over you. Little shits like Vernon can't do as they will to my kind-not without my permission. If your blood runs red ... Well, I don't particularly care about humans, and seeing what Vernon does with you might be entertaining. | manon-blackbeak | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 2b0d83b | I am Celaena Sardothien and I will not be afraid. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 31ce68b | She'd awoken that morning feeling . . . clear. The grief and pain were still there, writhing inside her, but for the first time in a long while, she felt as though she could see. As though she could breathe. | pg336 | Sarah J. Maas |