Quote by Cassandra Clare

“Rocking back and forth, she clutched the sword like it was the only thing she had ever loved, and let the blood spill down…

— Cassandra Clare

“There she was. Her golden hair shone as she wove in and out of a knot of three guards, her sword little more than…

— Sarah J. Maas

“Knowing that she was beautiful, she was thoroughly conscious, though in an indistinct fashion, that she possessed a weapon. Women play with their beauty…

— Victor Hugo

“I so adored her when she let her warrior queen armor fall, and came, silly and giggling, into my arms.”

— Christopher Moore

“As always, just the sight of him gave her a quick inner jolt. His face was like a painting, a depiction in perfect oils…

— J.D. Robb

“Then her hands rose and rested on him, the tears cool on his face, congealing, the white of her clean as the silent snow…

— Diana Gabaldon

“She was a dangerous, dangerous girl. A plague. A Mountain of Adamant who tore the iron from ships, sinking them to their watery graves…

— Renee Ahdieh

“I blinked at her. My shades were down and the hall was dark and to me, half-drugged and reeling, she seemed not at all…

— Donna Tartt

“somewhere deep inside, her sister understood dimly that her beauty was a weapon. A loaded gun, with the barrel pointed at her own head.”

— Khaled Hosseini

“He was beautiful, but even more so in his formal attire, with his dark hair and pale eyes. His glistening sword hung at his…

— Serena Valentino

“He wanted to laugh; the vision of her pounding that wee boy in a fury of berserk rage, hair flying in the wind and…

— Diana Gabaldon

“Something inside his chest unlocked--wildly, slowly, a peculiar sort of melting. He was lost. He was the thorn and the thistle, blown upon her…

— Shana Abé