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“To whatever end?” she breathed. Rowan followed her, as he had his entire life, long before they had ever met, before their souls had sparked into existence. “To whatever end, Fireheart.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Kingdom of Ash

“The Stag, the Lord of the North. So the people of Terrasen will always know how to find their way home. So they can look up at the sky, no matter where they are and know Terrasen is forever with them.”
― Sarah J. Maas, The Assassin and the Empire

“That was when they noticed that every musician on the stage was wearing mourning black. That was when they shut up. And when the conductor raised his arms, it was not a symphony that filled the cavernous space.

It was the Song of Eyllwe.

Then Song of Fenharrow. And Melisande. And Terrasen. Each nation that had people in those labour camps.

And finally, not for pomp or triumph, but to mourn what they had become, they played the Song of Adarlan.

When the final note finished, the conductor turned to the crowd, the musicians standing with him. As one, they looked to the boxes, to all those jewels bought with the blood of a continent. And without a word, without a bow or another gesture, they walked off the stage.

The next morning, by royal decree, the theatre was shut down.

No one saw those musicians or their conductor again.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“We are the Thirteen,” she said. “From now until the Darkness claims us.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Kingdom of Ash

“But would you bleed red, or black?”
“I’ll bleed whatever color you tell me to.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows

“I hate you."
"Only because of the way I make you feel."
My fingernails eat into my palms. "Only because you bring out the worst in me."
"Oh no, luv. I bring out the life in you.”
― A.G. Howard, Splintered

“Little blossom trapped in between, wearing malice like a queen;
hide the truth, be cruel and tart,
still all the more, you rule my heart.”
― A.G. Howard, Unhinged

“One thing more: Wonderland and I are the same. You love one of us, you love the other. You are Wonderland, too. Which means we are the perfect fit, in more ways than you can even imagine. On our day together, I’ll take great pleasure in showing you all of them.”
― A.G. Howard, Unhinged

“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

“Insanity is the most pristine clarity.”
― A.G. Howard, Ensnared

“You opened Pandora’s box within me. Set loose the imaginings and emotions of a mortal man. And there is no closing it ever again.” The jewels under his eyes twitch between dark purple and blue. “As much as I abhor being anything akin to human, Alyssa, I wouldn’t dare try to close it. Because that would mean losing you.”
― A.G. Howard, Ensnared

“Bah." Morpheus snags a paintbrush. "She should be draped in starlight and clouds, lace and softness. Nothing less should touch her skin." He points the bristles at Jeb. "I saw what you put Thomas in. You are not painting her into one of those goon suits. She is royalty. Dress her like royalty. Give her some glitter... some glitz. And a crown.”
― A.G. Howard, Ensnared

“The lack of magic is what leads humans to fantasize in the first place. And Alyssa, what a wonderfully powerful force an imagination can be.”
― A.G. Howard, Ensnared

“It doesn’t matter if I’m crazy, as long the madness helps me survive.”
― A.G. Howard, Untamed

“Good. I can’t be the only diva in this relationship. It is far too exhausting.”
― A.G. Howard, Untamed

“I consider the name. It wasn’t on the list, but as I study the baby’s flawless features, I can’t deny it fits. My muse led me into this world in the first place, then gave me the power to rule it; Jeb’s muse repainted Wonderland so many years ago, then stayed here to bring peace between two realms. Even though Morpheus would never admit it aloud, this is his way of honoring Jeb’s contribution, my other side, and human flights of fancy. The sentiment affects me deeply, warms me all the way from my wing tips to my toes, and I’m grateful beyond words. But”
― A.G. Howard, Untamed

“Aoram dhuit,” he breathes. “I will worship thee.”
― Elizabeth May, The Falconer

“Must you question everything?”
“Aye,” I say. “It delights me to annoy you whenever possible.”
― Elizabeth May, The Falconer

“He's in my heart and I'm in his. And I think it’s going to destroy us both.”
― Elizabeth May, The Fallen Kingdom

“Most people would be dismayed by an attempted assassination, but Kiaran seems to regard it as either flirtation or flattery – possibly both.”
― Elizabeth May, The Vanishing Throne

“When Dante described the circles of Hell, he clearly forgot the one where a hungry pixie sits on one's shoulder for eternity.”
― Elizabeth May, The Falconer

“He is the faery whose gift is death and I am the girl whose gift is chaos.”
― Elizabeth May, The Vanishing Throne

“You're back! You're alive!... Such a magnificent murderous glare you have... I love it. Teach me. - Aithinne”
― Elizabeth May, The Fallen Kingdom

“Perhaps it's a honey-ache. That's the result of eating too much of what isn't yours."

"But your friend offered it. So she might not have explicitly said, 'Derrick, please eat all of the honey in my kitchen,' but it was implied by the mere fact that she has a kitchen.”
― Elizabeth May, The Falconer

“Well, I can safely say that I've never experienced a more exciting two days. I suppose I should send a note before seeing you again. 'Are you in the company of any creature liable to attack me unprovoked? I can visit later.”
― Elizabeth May, The Falconer

“I hate this," I mutter.
"Really? I'm having a grand time," Aithinne says brightly.
"That's because you're barmy."
"I believe you just mispronounced 'magnificent'.”
― Elizabeth May, The Fallen Kingdom

“At the same time, we both remember we have an audience. Kiaran looks rather repelled by the whole exchange, and Aithinne has her head slightly tilted in unabashed interest.

Aithinne says to Kiaran, “That’s lovely. Isn’t that lovely? You didn’t greet me like that when I saved you.”

“I was unconscious,” Kiaran reminds her.

“Oh. That’s right.”
― Elizabeth May, The Vanishing Throne

“She glances at her brother. “And I suppose your face is just stuck that way?” Kiaran pushes to his feet and I do the same. “What you see is the incessant, grave look of someone in possession of a sibling.”
― Elizabeth May, The Vanishing Throne

“Aithinne grins. "One day I pray I'll meet a woman who engages me in combat as a way to say, I love you. Be still me heart."
... "A woman, you say?"
Her laugh is short. "Did you think Kadamach was the only one whose weakness was ladies in armor? If you weren't his, I'd ask you to be mine.”
― Elizabeth May, The Fallen Kingdom

“Are you all right?” I whisper uncertainly.

“Fine.” He shakes his head once, and then the tension leaves his body. “I’m fine. Don’t finish your sentence yet. It’s going to lead to me slaughtering things.”

“You like slaughtering things.”

“Compared to this? No.” He touches me again, his fingers grazing my arm. Tentative, hesitant. When I tell him he’s usually the practical one, he replies, “It must be your influence. I’m actually about to make several suggestions, and all of them are impractical.”

I smile. “Ooh, several suggestions, is it? My, my. Impractical Kiaran MacKay is . . . dare I say it? Adorable.”

Kiaran looks at me in disgust. “I am not.”

“You are and you don’t even know it. Adorable.”

“Adorable is something we call foolish humans right before we kill them.”

“Adorable is what we call adult men who love to cuddle and swear on their lives that they don’t.” Kiaran makes a sound in his throat. “You can growl at me all you want. I know your weaknesses, MacKay. Cuddling. Neck kisses. That ticklish spot just above your—”

I laugh as he grabs me around the waist and pulls me against him. He kisses me fiercely enough to make my toes curl. Then he pulls back with the smug expression of someone who has had thousands of years to perfect seduction and knows exactly how to use it against me.”
― Elizabeth May, The Fallen Kingdom