“What are you doing?”Celaena lifted another piece of paper. “If His Pirateness can’t be bothered to clean for us, then I don’t see why I can’t have a look.”“He’ll be here any second,” Sam hissed. She picked up a flattened map, examining the dots and markings along the coastline of their continent. Something small and round gleamed beneath the map, and she slipped it into her pocket before Sam could notice.“Oh, hush,” she said, opening the hutch on the wall adjacent to the desk. “With these creaky floors, we’ll hear him a mile off.” The hutch was crammed with rolled scrolls, quills, the odd coin, and some very old, very expensive-looking brandy. She pulled out a bottle, swirling the amber liquid in the sunlight streaming through the tiny porthole window. “Care for a drink?”
Sarah J. Maas“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“We need hope, or else we cannot endure.”
Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses