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“Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop.”
― Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

“You don’t need to apologize. Ever.”
I looked up, finding his gaze on me—not angry or frustrated, but … sad. Knowing. “I want to share this bed with you, though,” I breathed. “I want you to hold me.”
Stars flickered to life in his eyes. “Always,” he promised, kissing my brow, his wings now enveloping me completely. “Always.”
― Sarah J. Maas

“Mal,” I whispered into the night.
“What?”
“Thanks for finding me.”
I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming, but somewhere in the dark, I thought I heard him whisper, “Always.”
I let sleep take me.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Shadow and Bone

“He tugs on the blanket. Tilts his head at me. “Let’s go, please.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“What are you going to do?” I ask.
“Nothing.”
“Liar.”
“It’s okay, love.” His eyes are teasing me. “Don’t be embarrassed.”
“It’s too bright in here. Turn the lights off.”
He laughs out loud. Yanks the covers off the bed.
I bite back a scream. “Aaron—“
“You are perfect,” he says. “Every inch of you. Perfect,” he says again. “Don’t hide from me.”
“I take it back,” I say, panicked, clutching a pillow to my body. “I don’t want your soap—I take it back—“
But then he plucks the pillow out of my arms, scoops me up, and carries me away.”
― Tahereh Mafi , Ignite Me

“I am a criminal mastermind,” she murmured, “and I’m here to take down this regime.”
Thorne grinned at her. “That’s my line.”
“I know,” she said. “I stole it.”
― Marissa Meyer, Winter

“Kenji goes suddenly still.
At the creak of the door Kenji’s eyebrows shoot up; a soft click and his eyes widen; a muted rustle of movement and suddenly the barrel of a gun is pressed against the back of his head. Kenji stares at me, his lips making no sound as he mouths the word psychopath over and over again.
The psychopath in question winks at me from where he’s standing, smiling like he couldn’t possibly be holding a gun to the head of our mutual friend. I manage to suppress a laugh.
“Go on,” Warner says, still smiling. “Please tell me exactly how she’s failed you as a leader.”
“Hey—“ Kenji’s arms fly up in mock surrender. “I never said she failed at anything, okay? And you are clearly over-react—“
Warner knocks Kenji on the side of the head with the weapon. “Idiot.”
Kenji spins around. Yanks the gun out of Warner’s hand. “What the hell is wrong with you, man? I thought we were cool.”
“We were,” Warner says icily. “Until you touched my hair.”
“You asked me to give you a haircut—“
“I said nothing of the sort! I asked you to trim the edges!”
“And that’s what I did.”
“This,” Warner says, spinning around so I might inspect the damage, “is not trimming the edges, you incompetent moron—“
I gasp. The back of Warner’s head is a jagged mess of uneven hair; entire chunks have been buzzed off.
Kenji cringes as he looks over his handiwork. Clears his throat. “Well,” he says, shoving his hand in his pockets. “I mean—whatever, man, beauty is subjective—“
Warner aims another gun at him.
“Hey!” Kenji shouts. “I am not here for this abusive relationship, okay?” He points to Warner. “I did not sign up for this shit!”
Warner glares at him and Kenji retreats, backing out of the room before Warner has another chance to react; and then, just as I let out a sign of relief, Kenji pops his head back into the doorway and says
“I think the cut looks cute, actually”
and Warner slams the door in his face.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Restore Me

“You'll only get one shot.' I murmured.

Ash smiled without humor. 'Then I'll have to make it count.”
― Julie Kagawa, The Iron King

“Her eyes are bright with unshed tears. “But how?” she says, her voice breaking on the word. “How do I get them out of my head?”
“Set them on fire.”
Her eyes go wide.
“In your mind,” I say, attempting a smile. “Let them fuel the fire that keeps you striving.” I reach out, touch my fingers to her cheek. “Idiots are highly flammable, love. Let them all hunt in hell.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Restore Me

“An Atlantian, unlike a wolven or an Ascended, can’t be killed by a stab to the heart,” he growled, yanking my head farther back. “If you wanted to kill me, you should’ve aimed for the head, Princess. But worse yet, you forgot.”
“Forgot what?”
“That it was real.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash

“Promise me you won't forget this, Poppy. That no matter what happens tomorrow, the next day, next week, you won't forget this, forget that this was real”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash

“His touched stilled as he searched my face for an answer. And in that moment, I realized that this was my life. What existed between Casteel and I was neither right nor wrong. It was messy and complicated, and maybe I’d regret this later as I gave him more and more pieces of me, but I wanted him.
And I was so done denying myself anything.
I was done lying to him and to myself.
“Only on one condition,” I said.
“You have a condition now?”
I nodded, my heart thundering. “I don’t want to pretend,” I whispered. “I’m Poppy and you’re Casteel, and this is real.”
“Can you agree to that?” I asked.
His eyes drifted shut for a heartbeat, all the striking lines of his face were tense. “Always,” he whispered. “Yes.”
I reacted and pulled away from the rock. Closing the distance between our mouths, I kissed him. I knew the moment my lips touched Casteel’s, the very second his lips parted, that this was real.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire

“I need to feel your lips on mine.” He planted his hands on the carriage wall, caging me in. “I need to feel your breath in my lungs. I need to feel your life inside me. I just need you. It’s an ache. This need. Can I have you? All of you?”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire

“Dying.
I slid to my knees before it, sinking into the bloody moss. “Let me help you. I can heal you.”
I’d do it the same way I’d helped Rhysand. Remove those arrows—and offer it my blood.
I reached for the first one, but a dry, bony hand settled on my wrist. “Your magic …,” it rasped, “is spent. Do not … waste it.”
“I can save you.”
It only gripped my wrist. “I am already gone.”
“What—what can I do?” The words turned thin—brittle.
“Stay …,” it breathed. “Stay … until the end.”
I took its hand in mine. “I’m sorry.” It was all I could think to say. I had done this—I had brought it here.
“I knew,” it gasped, sensing my shift in thoughts. “The tracking … I knew of it.”
“Then why come at all?”
“You … were kind. You … fought your fear. You were … kind,” it said again.
I began crying.
“And you were kind to me,” I said, not brushing away the tears that fell onto its bloodied, tattered robe. “Thank you—for helping me. When no one else would.”
A small smile on that lipless mouth. “Feyre Archeron.” A labored breath. “I told you—to stay with the High Lord. And you did.”
Its warning to me that first time we’d met. “You—you meant Rhys.” All this time. All this time—
“Stay with him … and live to see everything righted.”
“Yes. I did—and it was.”
“No—not yet. Stay with him.”
“I will.” I always would.
Its chest rose—then fell.
“I don’t even know your name,” I whispered. The Suriel—it was a title, a name for its kind.
That small smile again. “Does it matter, Cursebreaker?”
“Yes.”
Its eyes dimmed, but it did not tell me. It only said, “You should go now. Worse things—worse things are coming. The blood … draws them.”
I squeezed its bony hand, the leathery skin growing colder. “I can stay a while longer.”
I had killed enough animals to know when a body neared death. Soon, now—it would be a matter of breaths.
“Feyre Archeron,” the Suriel said again, gazing at the leafy canopy, the sky peeking through it. A painful inhale. “A request.”
I leaned close. “Anything.”
Another rattling breath. “Leave this world … a better place than how you found it.”
And as its chest rose and stopped altogether, as its breath escaped in one last sigh, I understood why the Suriel had come to help me, again and again. Not just for kindness … but because it was a dreamer.
And it was the heart of a dreamer that had ceased beating inside that monstrous chest.
Its sudden silence echoed into my own.
I laid my head on its chest, on that now-silent vault of bone, and wept.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“I do not let you do anything. He tilted my face up, Mor and Azriel looking away. You are your own person, you make your own choices. But we are mates—I am yours, and you are mine. We do not let each other do things, as if we dictate the movements of each other. But … I might have insisted I go with you. More for my own mental well-being, just to know you were safe.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“if i had to do it all over again, i would not have chosen this life. Then again, i'm not sure i ever had a choice”
― Jennifer A. Nielsen, The False Prince

“Now you’re a reader also?” Rising anger tinged Tobias’s voice.
“It’ll be good practice.” Roden settled onto his bed with a book.
Tobias’s face reddened. “You think this will convince Conner of anything? I’m twice as smart as either of you.”
“And half as strong as me or Roden, even if we’re asleep,” I said. “You have to do better, Tobias.”
“Is that a challenge?” he asked.
“I’d never challenge an inferior. Now go to sleep. You’ll need rest before whatever humiliation comes your way tomorrow.”
“You sleep,” Tobias said. “You’ll need some strength for sneaking out later tonight.”
― Jennifer A. Nielsen, The False Prince

“Jude never loved Locke.” My face feels hot, but my shame
is an excellent cover to hide behind. “She loved someone else.
He’s the one she’d want dead.”
I am pleased to see Cardan flinch. “Enough,” he says before
I can go on. “I have heard all I care to on this subject—”
“No!” Nicasia interrupts, causing everyone under the hill to
stir a little. It is immense presumption to interrupt the High
King. Even for a princess. Especially for an ambassador. A
moment after she speaks, she seems to realize it, but she goes
on anyway. “Taryn could have a charm on her, something that
makes her resistant to glamours.”
Cardan gives Nicasia a scathing look. He does not like her
undermining his authority. And yet, after a moment, his anger
gives way to something else. He gives me one of his most
awful smiles. “I suppose she’ll have to be searched.”
Nicasia’s mouth curves to match his. It feels like being back
at lessons on the palace grounds, conspired against by the
children of the Gentry.
I recall the more recent humiliation of being crowned the
Queen of Mirth, stripped in front of revelers. If they take my
gown now, they will see the bandages on my arms, the fresh
slashes on my skin for which I have no good explanation.
They will guess I am not Taryn.
I can’t let that happen. I summon all the dignity I can
muster, trying to imitate my stepmother, Oriana, and the way
she projects authority. “My husband was murdered,” I say.
“And whether or not you believe me, I do mourn him. I will
not make a spectacle of myself for the Court’s amusement
when his body is barely cold.”
Unfortunately, the High King’s smile only grows. “As you
wish. Then I suppose I will have to examine you alone in my
chambers.”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing

“By you, I am forever undone.”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing

“Because I told her about the spot of dirt on her face before. I think she appreciated the honesty.”
“You’re lucky she did. She might as easily have had you whipped for being disrespectful.”
“I’ve already been whipped.”
“And stabbed, I hear.”
“Mott has my story on that incident, sir.”
“A story which is probably a lie.”
“At Farthenwood, lies and truth blur together.”
“Only lies in pursuit of the truth, Sage.”
― Jennifer A. Nielsen, The False Prince

“The gods rule us still. They have come down from the stars. And they are no longer kind.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Red Queen

“In school, we learned about the world before ours, about the angels and gods that lived in the sky, ruling the earth with kind and loving hands. Some say those are just stories, but I don't believe that.

The gods rule us still, they have come down from the stars. And they are no longer kind.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Red Queen

“Some say those are just stories, but I don’t believe that. The gods rule us still. They have come down from the stars. And they are no longer kind.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Red Queen

“And everyone knows I’m the jealous one, Gisa. I can’t do anything but steal from people who can actually do things. Once”
― Victoria Aveyard, Red Queen

“Normal people,” they’d say with a shudder. “Normal people think they’re happy, but that because they’re too dumb to know any different. Better to be miserable and interesting, right, kiddo?”
― Holly Black, The Darkest Part of the Forest

“Good." said Hazel. "Boy son the Internet lie." "All boys lie," Ben said. "And all girls lie, too. I lie. You lie. Don't pretend you don't.”
― Holly Black, The Darkest Part of the Forest

“All boys lie," Ben said. "And all girls lie,too. I lie. You lie. Don't pretend you don't.”
― Holly Black, The Darkest Part of the Forest

“The Lord protects fools, drunks and dumb-ass ax wielders?”
― Holly Black, The Darkest Part of the Forest

“Hey, Hazel?” he called softly in the upstairs hall, and she turned. “What did he kiss like?” There was a confusion of emotions on his face—longing and maybe a little jealousy and a whole lot of curiosity.
She snorted a surprised laugh, her bad mood dissolving. “Like he was a shark and I was blood in the water.”
“That good?” he asked, grinning.”
― Holly Black, The Darkest Part of the Forest

“The only way to end grief was to go through it.”
― Holly Black, The Darkest Part of the Forest

“Kill me. The words repeat, over and over. It's the only thing I can say, the only thing I want now. All thoughts of newbloods and Maven, my brother and Cal and Kilorn are gone entirely. Even the faces that haunt me, the faces of the dead, have disappeared. Funny, now that I'm dying, my ghosts decide to leave.
I wish they would come back.
I wish I didn't have to die alone.”
― Victoria Aveyard