“She couldn't bring herself to care, because those moment she spent brawling were the few moments she felt like herself again.” — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“Her cheek against the moss, the young princess she had been - Aelin Galathynius - reached a hand for her. 'Get up',… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“She had awoken this morning and slipped the amethyst ring off her finger. It had felt liked a blessed release, a final… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“Chaol squeezed her hand, his skin warm in the frigid air. "Give him hell." He said. Grave entered the ring and drew… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“She batted her eyelashes & readjusted her shackles as if they were lace gloves.” — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“He grasped her by the wrist , running a thumb along the sensitive skin underneath. "Then let me call you Mine for… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“She knew he meant it. He’d burn the library, the city or the whole world to ashes if she asked him. It… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“Apparently, a woman can only go so long without a sword between her hands.” — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
