Shadowsinger

“When she's here, right here, it's so much easier to breathe. She's real when she's in my arms”
― Tahereh Mafi, Believe Me

“There was a tiny box left on the table by the window- a box the Mor lifted, squinted and the name tag, and said, "Az, this one's for you."
The shadowsinger's brows lifted, but his scarred hand extended to take the present.
Elain turned from where she'd been speaking to Nesta. "Oh, that's from me."
Azriel's face didn't so much as shift at the words. Not even a smile as he opened the present and revealed-
"I had Madja make it for me," Elain explained. Azreil's brows narrowed at the mention of the family's preferred healer. "It's a powder to mix in with any drink."
Silence.
Elain bit her lip and then smiled sheepishly. "It's for the headaches everyone always gives you. Since you rub your temples so often."
Silence again.
Then Azriel tipped his head back and laughted.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“I didn't understand then that a home is not always a place. Sometimes, it's a person.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Believe Me

“Cassian pulled back, and remained that way long enough that she opened her eyes again to find his face inches from her own. "You're not going to marry Eris," he said roughly.
"No," she breathed.
His eyes blazed. "There will be no one else. For either of us."
"Yes," she whispered.
"Ever," he promised.
Nesta laid a hand on his muscled chest, letting the thunderous beating of the heart beneath echo into her palm. Let it travel down her arm, into her own chest, her own heart. "Ever," she swore.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames