Ashlyn Condie

“So,” Celaena said, spitting blood onto the stones, “do you want to explain yourself first, or should I?”
― Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight

“So Chaol brushed away her tears, lifted her chin, and kissed her.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight

“Chaol positively hated Roland, and whenever he came up in conversation, it was usually accompanied by phrases like "conniving wretch" and "sniveling, spoiled ass." At least, that's what Chaol had been roaring three years ago, after the captain had punched Roland so hard in the face that the youth blacked out.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight

“Though I think the real question is, who would have guessed that the solemn Captain of the Guard could be so passionate?” She lay down beside Celaena, also smiling. “I’m happy for you, my friend.”Celaena smiled back. “I think … I think I’m happy for me, too.”

And she was. For the first time in years, she was truly happy. The feeling curled around every thought, a tendril of hope that grew with each breath. She was afraid to look at it for too long, as though acknowledging it would somehow cause it to disappear. Perhaps the world would never be perfect, perhaps some things would never be right, but maybe she stood a chance of finding her own sort of peace and freedom.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight