“He'd devoured the goat in two bites, then gone back to enjoying the wildflowers.” — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“What does he look like? The question was soft- tentative. I knew who he meant. I interlaced my fingers through Rhysand's and squeezed tightly.… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share
“Lysandra chuckled, a surprisingly deep, wicked sound—probably a laugh she never let Arobynn or her clients hear. “Some night soon, I’ll sneak back in… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share
“I love you. I am in love with you, Rowan. I have been for a while. And I know there are limits to what… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share
“Perhaps Nesta will take up the blood-drinking habit, too. I certainly believe her threat to rip out my throat. Maybe she'll enjoy the taste.” — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share
“To being the most fearsome and imposing girls the world has ever seen.” Celaena raised her goblet high before she drank. As she swallowed… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share
“have no interest in prisoners or battling today,” Manon said. The Queen of Terrasen gave her a grin. “Good.” Manon turned away, barking at… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share
“Well, I'm late for something incredibly important," Lucien said, and before I could call him on his outright lie or beg him to stay,… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share
“She bellowed the last word with such soul-deep hatred that he felt it like a punch to the gut.” — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share
“Afraid she and I had a summer romance?" That insufferable grin was still there. "I hope you did. I certainly enjoyed myself this summer."… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share
“There are different kinds of darkness,” Rhys said. I kept my eyes shut. “There is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share
“So you’re going to ask Ress and Brullo to just leave a back door open so you can sneak in?” “Don’t be so simpleminded.… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share
“Gently, he pulled my hands away from my face. Gently, he took my cheeks in his hands and brushed away my tears. I didn’t… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share
“I barely saw my silk slipper as it flew through the air, fast as a shooting star, so fast that even a High Lord… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share
