Illyrian Warriors Quotes

“First Cassian and Azriel appeared in the doorway. The High Lord's general and shadowsinger- and the most powerful Illyrians in history.

They were not the males I had come to know.

Clad in battle-black that hugged their muscled forms, their armour was intricate, scaled- their shoulders impossibly broader, their faces a portrait of unfeeling brutality. They reminded me, somehow, of the ebony beasts carved into the pillars they passed.

More siphons, I realised, glimmered in addition to the ones atop each of their hands. A Siphon in the centre of their chest. One on either shoulder. One on either knee.

For a moment, my knees quaked, and I understood what the camplords had feared in them. If one Siphon was what most Illyrians needed to handle their killing power... Cassian and Azriel had seven each. Seven.

The courtiers had the good sense to back away a step as Cassian and Azriel strolled through the crowd, toward the dais. Their wings gleamed, the talons at the apex sharp enough to pierce air- like they'd honed them.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Cassian jerked his chin toward his brothers. 'Rhys is out of shape and won't admit it, but Azriel is too polite to beat him into the dirt.'

Rhys looked anything but out of shape. Cauldron boil me, what the hell did they eat to look like that?”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Cassian smirked. 'She has two Illyrian warriors guarding her. What could go wrong?'

'Don't answer that,' Rhys said drily to his mate.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Good morning.'

Cassian's fingers idly smoothed her hair. 'Good morning to you, too.' He glanced toward the mantel- the small wooden clock in its centre, then lurched up. 'Shit.'

Nesta frowned. 'You have somewhere to be?' He was already hopping into his pants, scanning the floor for the rest of his clothes. Nesta silently pointed to the other side of the bed, where his shirt lay atop her dress.

'Snowball fight. I'll be late.'

Nesta had to unload every word of his statement. But she could only ask. 'What?'

'Annual tradition, with Rhys and Az. We go up tot he mountain cabin- remind me to take you there one day- and... Well, it's a long story, but we've done it pretty much every year for centuries, and I haven't won in years. If I don't win this year, I will never hear the end of it.' All of this was said while shoving himself into his shirt, leather jacket, and boots.

Nesta just laughed. 'You three- the most feared warriors in all the land- have an annual snowball fight?'

Cassian reached the door, throwing her a wicked grin. 'Did I mention we take a steam in the birchin attached to the cabin afterward?'

From that wicked grin, she knew he meant completely naked.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“You brought weapons to Solstice?' I asked, leaning against the door frame.
...
Cassian shrugged, plopping onto the bed, which was better suited to a child than an Illyrian warrior. 'Some might be gifts.'

'And the rest?'

Cassian toed off his boots and leaned against the headboard, folding his arms behind his head as his wings draped to the floor. 'The females bring their jewelry. I bring my weapons.'

'I know a few females in this house who might take offense to that.'

Cassian offered me a wicked grin in response.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight