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“Ye're na meant for a tepid existence, so maybe 'tis time ta leave da sandbox.
Brennus”
― Amy A. Bartol, Incendiary

“First love is like dat," Brennus says tiredly. "But, den ye mature and find a deeper love, one dat was created jus for ye.”
― Amy Bartol Indebted

“You’re so adorable sometimes. I almost don’t regret not killing you.”
― Amy A. Bartol, Darken the Stars

“I’m the dark secret that he can’t keep hidden—his crossed fingers—his hold-my-breath-to-keep-from-feeling. But I make him feel everything.”
― Amy A. Bartol, Sea of Stars

“i'm jus a shadow on the floor wi' out ye, Genevieve.”
― Amy Bartol

“Remember my titles? I don't get poisoned, I do the poisoning. I'm the Princess of it”
― Kresley Cole, Poison Princess

“He grasped her by the wrist , running a thumb along the sensitive skin underneath. "Then let me call you Mine for a dance or two"

She grinned but someone was suddenly between them, a tall, powerfully built person. Sam. He ripped the stranger's hand off of her wrist. "She's spoken for," he growled, all too close to the young man's maked face. The stranger's friend was behind him in an instant, his bronze eyes fixed on Sam.

Celaena grabbed Sam's elbow. "Enough," she warned him.

The masked stranger looked Sam up and down, then held up his hands. "My mistake," he said, but winked at Celaena before disappeared into the crowd, his armed friend close behind.

Celaena whirled to face Sam. "What in hell was that for?"

"You're drunk," he told her, so close her chest brushed his, "And he knew it, too."

"So?" Even as she said it, someone dancing wildly crashed into her and set her reeling. Sam caught her around the waist, his hands firm on her as he kept her from falling to the ground.

"You'll thank me in the morning."

"Just because we're working together doesn't mean I'm suddenly incapable of handling myself." His hands were still on her waist.

"Let me take you home.”
― Sarah J. Maas, The Assassin and the Underworld

“And Manon understood in that moment that there were forces greater than obedience, and discipline, and brutality. Understood that she had not been born soulless; she had not been born without a heart.
For there were both, begging her not to swing that blade.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Empire of Storms

“Lysandra... Lady of Caraverre."
"There is no Caraverre," Darrow said.
Aelin shrugged. "There is now." Lysandra had settled on the name a week ago, whatever it meant, bolting upright in the middle of the night and practically shouting it at Aelin once she'd mastered herself long enough to shift back into her human form. Aelin doubted she'd soon forget the image of a wide-eyed ghost leopard trying to speak.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Empire of Storms

“He was younger than Iseult had imagined. No older than twenty, if she had to guess. Yet he felt old, with his voice so gruff. His language so formal.
It was in the way he carried himself too, as if he’d walked for a thousand years and planned to walk a thousand more.”
― Susan Dennard, Windwitch

“No more stalemates because they thought her unqualified and unhinged.
No more tiptoeing around a room because women oughtn’t to run. To shout. To rule.
And above all: no more blighted regrets.”
― Susan Dennard, Windwitch

“Aeduan didn’t contradict her. She was what she was, and fighting one’s nature only brought pain. Sometimes death too.”
― Susan Dennard, Windwitch

“This was not the Threadwitch who had cornered Aeduan beside a bear trap. Nor the Threadwitch who’d sparred with him that very morning. This was a woman changed.
Aeduan knew because he’d been there before himself. Soon she would learn—just as he had—that there was no outrunning the demons of one’s own creation.”
― Susan Dennard, Windwitch

“Aeduan.” She’d never said his name aloud. She was surprised by how easily it rolled off the tongue.
He looked back, his expression inscrutable as always. But laced with … with something. Hope, she found herself thinking, though she knew it was fanciful.
Aeduan was not the sort of man to ever hope.”
― Susan Dennard, Windwitch

“Well, Safi was calling horse shit on that. She didn't lack initiative - she was initiative.”
― Susan Dennard, Windwitch

“My feet hurt, Hell-Bard."
"Good for you."
"My wrists hurt too."
"Fascinating."
... "You're a bastard.”
― Susan Dennard, Windwitch

“Where are my blades, Threadwitch?" He stubbornly still spoke in Dalmotti.
So Iseult stubbornly answered in Nomatsi: "Hidden.”
― Susan Dennard, Windwitch

“Darkness is not always a foe.”
― Susan Dennard, Windwitch

“And if I don't answer... Then what?... Oh, no. Someone protect me from the bad man with a knife. - Admiral Kahina”
― Susan Dennard, Windwitch

“Who the rut is that Nubrevnan Windwitch? And: He should really learn how to button a shirt.”
― Susan Dennard, Truthwitch

“It is always easier to blame gods or legends than it is to face our own mistakes.”
― Susan Dennard, Windwitch

“Oh, I know!" Safi clapped her hands, delighted by her own genius. "I shall call you Un-empressed."
"Please," Vaness said coldly, "stop this immediately."
Safi absolutely did not.”
― Susan Dennard, Windwitch

“Mhe varujta. Trust me as if my soul were yours.”
― Susan Dennard, Windwitch

“There were advantages to being a dead man.”
― Susan Dennard, Windwitch

“The holiest always have the farthest to fall.”
― Susan Dennard, Windwitch

“I told you, Hell-Bard. Everyone lies. It's in the way we banter with our friends. It's in the mundane greetings we give passersby. It's in the most meaningless things we do every single moment of every single day. Hundreds upon thousands of tiny, inconsequential lies.”
― Susan Dennard, Windwitch

“Aeduan bundled her up and stood. She was so light, so fragile. A bird in his demon arms.”
― Susan Dennard, Windwitch

“Share the glory, share the blame.”
― Susan Dennard, Windwitch

“There are degrees of freedom. Complete freedom isn't always good, nor is the lack of it always bad.”
― Susan Dennard, Windwitch

“She was broken. She was useless. She was the pointless half of a friendship. The one who would live forever in shadows, no matter what she did. No matter whom she fought.”
― Susan Dennard, Windwitch