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  • #1
    Renée Ahdieh
    “What are you doing to me, you plague of a girl?” he whispered.
    “If I’m a plague, then you should keep your distance, unless you plan on being destroyed.” The weapons still in her grasp, she shoved against his chest.
    “No.” His hands dropped to her waist. “Destroy me.”
    Renee Ahdieh, The Wrath and the Dawn

  • #2
    Sarah J. Maas
    “I'd walk into the burning heart of hell itself to find you.”
    Sarah J. Maas, Empire of Storms

  • #3
    Renée Ahdieh
    “Her conviction wavered further. “I told you; don’t try to own me.”
    “I don’t want to own you.”

    She swiveled her neck to meet his gaze. “Then never speak of sending me away again. I am not yours to do with as you will.”

    Khalid’s features smoothed knowingly. “How right you are. You are not mine.” He dropped his palm from the door. “I am yours.”
    Renee Ahdieh, The Wrath and the Dawn

  • #4
    Oscar Wilde
    “Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #5
    Sarah J. Maas
    “You will find, Rolfe, that one does not deal with Celaena Sardothien. One survives her”
    Sarah J. Maas, Empire of Storms

  • #6
    Sarah J. Maas
    “What a shame that the current owner of the Vaults, a former underling of Rourke Farran and a dealer of flesh and opiates, had accidentally run into her knives. Repeatedly.”
    Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows

  • #7
    Renée Ahdieh
    “Shahrzad,

    I've failed you several times. But there was one moment I failed you beyond measure. It was the day we met. The moment I took your hand and you looked at me, with the glory of hate in your eyes. I should have sent you home to your family. But I didn't. There was honesty in your hatred. Fearlessness in your pain. In your honesty, I saw a reflection of myself. Or rather, of the man I longed to be. So I failed you. I didn't stay away. Then later, I thought if I had answers, it would be enough. I would no longer care. You would not matter. So I continued failing you. Continued wanting more. And now I can't find the words to say what must be said. To convey to you the least of what I owe. When I think of you, I can't find the air to breathe. And now, though you are gone, there is no pain or fear. All I am left with is gratitude.
    When I was a boy, my mother would tell me that one of the best things in life is the knowledge that your story isn't over yet. Our story may have come to a close, but your story is still yet to be told. Make it a story worthy of you.
    I failed you in one last thing. Here is my chance to rectify it. It was never because I didn't feel it. It was because I swore I would never say it, and a man is nothing if he can't keep his promises.
    So I write it in the sky-
    I love you, a thousand times over. And I will never apologize for it.
    Khalid”
    Renee Ahdieh, The Wrath and the Dawn

  • #8
    Renée Ahdieh
    “Love is—a shade of what I feel.”
    Renee Ahdieh, The Wrath and the Dawn

  • #9
    Renée Ahdieh
    “Get up, Shahrzad al-Khayzuran. You kneel before no one. Least of all me.”
    Renee Ahdieh, The Wrath and the Dawn

  • #10
    A.G. Howard
    “Raising one hand, he tilts his hat to that sexy slant. "You want me. Admit it."
    Even if he's partly right, I'll never tell him. "Why would I want you?"
    He lifts three fingers to countdown. "Mysterious. Rebellious. Troubled. All those qualities women find irresistible."
    "Such an optimist."
    "My cup is never empty."
    "Too bad your brain is." The words bite, but my smile softens with affection.”
    A.G. Howard, Splintered

  • #11
    Sarah J. Maas
    “And then," Ress was saying, his boyish face set with fiendish delight, "just as he got her into bed, stark naked as the day he was born, her father walked in"- winces and groans came from the guards, even Chaol himself-"and he dragged him out of bed by his feet, took him down the hall, and dumped him down the stairs. He was shrieking like a pig the whole time."

    Chaol leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms. "You would be, too, if someone were dragging your naked carcass across the ice-cold floor." He smirked as Ress tried to deny it. Chaol seemed so comfortable with the men, his body relaxed, eyes alight. And they respected him, too-always glancing at him for approval, for confirmation, for support. As Celaena's chuckle faded, Chaol looked at her, his brows high.

    "You're one to laugh. You moan about the cold floor more than anyone else than I know."

    She straightened as the guards gave hesitant smiles. "If I recall correctly, you complain about every time I wipe the floor with you when we spar."

    "Oho!" Ress cried, and Chaol's brows rose higher. Celaena gave him a grin.

    "Dangerous words," Chaol said. "Do we need to go to the training hall to see if you can back them up?"

    "Well, as long as your men don't object to seeing you knocked on your ass."

    "We certainly do not object to that," Ress crowed. Chaol shot him a look, more amused than warning.

    Ress quickly added, "Captain.”
    Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight

  • #12
    Sarah J. Maas
    “Whatever shred of hope he'd had for a future with her was gone. She still felt something for him, she'd admitted, but she would never trust him. She would always hate him for what he'd done.

    But he could do this for her. Even if he never saw her again, even if she abandoned her duties as King's Champion and stayed with the Fae in Wendlyn forever-as long as he knew that she was safe, that no one could hurt her... He'd sell his soul again and again for that.”
    Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight

  • #13
    Sarah J. Maas
    “The useless sentries in the watchtower are now all half in love with you,” he lied. “One said he wanted to marry you.”

    A low snarl. He yielded a foot but held eye contact with her as he grinned. “But you know what I told them? I said that they didn't stand a chance in hell. Because I am going to marry you,” he promised her. “One day. I am going to marry you. I'll be generous and let you pick when, even if it's ten years from now. Or twenty. But one day, you are going to be my wife.”

    He shrugged. “Princess Lysandra Ashryver sounds nice, doesn't it?”
    Sarah J. Maas, Empire of Storms

  • #14
    Sarah J. Maas
    “She sucked in a shuddering breath, and he pulled back far enough for them to share breath. Her fingers shook as she brushed them against his mouth, and his control nearly shredded apart right there.
    'What are you waiting for?' he said, the words near guttural.
    'Bastard,' she murmured, and kissed him.
    Her mouth was soft and warm, and he bit back a groan. His body went still—his entire world went still—at that whisper of a kiss, the answer to a question he’d asked for centuries. He realized he was staring only when she withdrew slightly. His fingers tightened at her waist.
    'Again,' he breathed.
    She slid out of his grip. 'If we live through tomorrow, you’ll get the rest.'
    He didn’t know whether to laugh or roar. 'Are you trying to bribe me into surviving?'
    She smiled at last. And damn if it didn’t kill him, the quiet joy in her face.
    They had walked out of darkness and pain and despair together. They were still walking out of it. So that smile … It struck him stupid every time he saw it and realized it was for him.”
    Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows

  • #15
    Sarah J. Maas
    “Aelin Galathynius had raised an army not just to challenge Morath, but to rattle the stars.”
    Sarah J. Maas, Empire of Storms

  • #16
    Sarah J. Maas
    “I love you,” he repeated, shaking her again. “I have for years. But if I asked you to pick, you’d choose Arobynn, and I. Can’t. Take. It.”
    “You’re a damned idiot,” she breathed grabbing the front of his tunic. “You’re a moron and an ass and a damned idiot." He looked like she had hit him. But she went on, and grasped both sides of his face. “Because I’d pick you.”
    Sarah J. Maas, The Assassin's Blade

  • #17
    Sarah J. Maas
    “Can I be honest with you?" Chaol leaned closer, and Celaena leaned to meet him as he whispered: "You sound like a raving lunatic.”
    Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

  • #18
    Sarah J. Maas
    “Nameless is my price.”
    Sarah J. Maas, Empire of Storms

  • #19
    Lauren Oliver
    “I shiver, thinking how easy it is to be totally wrong about people-to see one tiny part of them and confuse it for the whole, to see the cause and think it's the effect or vice versa”
    Lauren Oliver, Before I Fall

  • #20
    Sarah J. Maas
    “His breath caught, harsh enough that she looked over her shoulder.

    But his eyes weren't on her face. Or the water. They were on her bare back.

    Curled as she was against her knees, he could see the whole expanse of ruined flesh, each scar from the lashing. "Who did that to you?"

    It would have been easy to lie, but she was so tired, and he had saved her useless hide. So she said, "A lot of people. I spent some time in the Salt Mines of Endovier."

    He was so still that she wondered if he'd stopped breathing. "How long?" he asked after a moment. She braced herself for the pity, but his face was so carefully blank-no, not blank. Calm with lethal rage.

    "A year. I was there a year before... it's a long story." She was too exhausted, her throat too raw, to say the rest of it. She noticed then his arms were bandaged, and more bandages across his broad chest peeked up from beneath his shirt. She'd burned him again. And yet he had held her- had run all the way here and not let go once.

    "You were a slave."

    She gave him a slow nod. He opened his mouth, but shut it and swallowed, that lethal rage winking out. As if he remembered who he was talking to and that it was the least punishment she deserved.

    He turned on his heel and shut the door behind him. She wished he'd slammed it-wished he'd shattered it. But he closed it with barely more than a click and did not return.”
    Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

  • #21
    Sarah J. Maas
    “Don't you ever do anything other than read?" said Chaol.”
    Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

  • #22
    A.G. Howard
    “Shh." I squeeze his hand. His palm feels clammy. "We have to keep it down, okay? We don't want my dad coming in."

    He grits his teeth against more shivers. "Always knew I'd end up in your bed . . . and hear you say those words one day." He manages a smirk.

    Jeb snarls. "Unbelievable. Even when he's at death's door he's a tool." He arranges a pillow beneath Morpheus's neck. "Why don't you keep your mouth shut while we help you."

    Morpheus laughs weakly, his skin flashing with blue light. "What say Alyssa"--his breath rattles--"give my mouth something else to do?”
    A.G. Howard, Unhinged

  • #23
    Sarah J. Maas
    “You know, you ladies can let us males do things every now and then.”
    Sarah J. Maas, Empire of Storms

  • #24
    Sarah J. Maas
    “She was still on the fall down. There was no getting up, because there was no bottom.”
    Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

  • #25
    Sarah J. Maas
    “He looked at his friend, perhaps for the last time, and said what he had always known, from the moment they’d met, when he’d understood that the prince was his brother in soul. “I love you.”
    Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

  • #26
    Sarah J. Maas
    “...it would have been nice, she supposed. It would have been nice to have one person who knew the absolute truth about her--and didn't hate her for it.
    It would have been really, really nice.

    She walked away without another word. With each step she took back to her room, that flickering light inside of her guttered.

    And went out.”
    Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

  • #27
    Sarah J. Maas
    “Each of the scars, the chipped teeth and broken claws, the mutilated tail—­they ­weren’t the markings of a victim. Oh, no. They ­were the trophies of a survivor. Abraxos was a warrior who’d had all the odds stacked against him and survived. Learned from it. Triumphed.”
    Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

  • #28
    Sarah J. Maas
    “When we die," she said, "I don't think the gods will even know what to do with us.”
    Sarah J. Maas, The Assassin and the Empire

  • #29
    Sarah J. Maas
    “He lifted the lavender soap to his hair, and she squeaked.

    “You don’t use that in your hair,” she hissed, jolting from her perch to reach for one of the many hair tonics lining the little shelf above the bath. “Rose, lemon verbena, or …” She sniffed the glass bottle. “Jasmine.” She squinted down at him.

    He was staring up at her, his green eyes full of the words he knew he didn’t have to say. Do I look like I care what you pick?
    Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows

  • #30
    A.G. Howard
    “Of all the times you've undressed me in my fantasies, I never remember feeling this... unfulfilled."

    "Please, Morpheus," I beg upon hearing Jeb stir in the background.

    "Ah, but those delectable words," Morpheus says with a provocative smirk, "those are always in the fantasy."

    I glare at him. "You're unbelievable."

    "And that sentiment is reserved for the end.”
    A.G. Howard, Unhinged



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