“Aelin took a step forward. One step, as if in a daze.She loosed a shuddering breath, and a small, whimpering noise came out of her - a sob. And then she was sprinting down the alley, flying as though the winds themselves pushed at her heels.She flung herself on the male, crashing into him hard enough that anyone else might have gone rocking back into the stone wall. But the male grabbed her to him, his massive arms wrapping around her tightly and lifting her up. Nesryn made to approach, but Aedion stopped her with a hand on her arm.Aelin was laughing as she cried, and the male was just holding her, his hooded head buried in her neck. As if he were breathing her in."Who is that?" Nesryn asked.Aedion smiled. "Rowan.”
Sarah J. Maas“We each survive in our own way.”
Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass“Sometimes, the wicked will tell us things just to confuse us–to haunt our thoughts long after we've faced them.”
Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass“Libraries were full of ideas—perhaps the most dangerous and powerful of all weapons.”
Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass“She didn't fear the night, though she found little comfort in its dark hours.”
Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass“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.”
Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows“What we think to be our greatest weakness can sometimes be our biggest strength.”
Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin“She wouldn't ask. Didn't want to know what manner of thing might crawl toward a fire.”
Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire“And if I asked for the moon on a string?" - Sorsha”
Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire“We need hope, or else we cannot endure.”
Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses“Wrong kind of witch." - Manon Blackbeak”
Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire