“I'm not ill like that,” she groaned. He sat on her bed, peeling back the blanket. A servant entered, frowning at the mess on the floor, and shouted for help.“Then it what way?”“I,uh...” Her face was so hot she thought it would melt onto the floor. Oh you idiot. “My monthly cycles finally came back!”His face suddenly matched hers and he stepped away, dragging his hand through his short hair. “I-if...Then I'll take my leave,” he stammered, and bowed. Celaena raised an eyebrow, and then, despite herself, smiled as he left the room as quick as his feet could go without running, tripping slightly in the doorway as he staggered into the rooms beyond.”

“We each survive in our own way.”

“Sometimes, the wicked will tell us things just to confuse us–to haunt our thoughts long after we've faced them.”

“Libraries were full of ideas—perhaps the most dangerous and powerful of all weapons.”

“She didn't fear the night, though she found little comfort in its dark hours.”

“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.”

“What we think to be our greatest weakness can sometimes be our biggest strength.”

“She wouldn't ask. Didn't want to know what manner of thing might crawl toward a fire.”

“And if I asked for the moon on a string?" - Sorsha”

“We need hope, or else we cannot endure.”

“Wrong kind of witch." - Manon Blackbeak”