Lily

“My boy,” his father whispered again. And it was love—love and pride and sorrow that shone in his face. His father who had been possessed as he had, who had tried to save them in his own way and failed. His father, who had everything taken from him, but had never bowed to Erawan—not entirely. “I want to hate you,” Dorian said, his voice breaking. “I know,” his father said. “You destroyed everything.” He couldn’t stop his tears. Aelin’s hand only tightened in his. “I am sorry,” his father breathed. “I am sorry for all of it, Dorian.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Kingdom of Ash

“Aedion tried not to cringe at the sight of her bare feet and legs, her uncovered shoulders, as the bitter wind off the river bit at them.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Kingdom of Ash

“she missed it, if she passed by it— She passed through a world of snowcapped mountains under shining stars. Passed over one of those mountains, where a winged male stood beside a heavily pregnant female, gazing at those very stars. Fae. They were Fae, but this was not her world. She flung out a hand, as if she might signal them, as if they might somehow help her when she was nothing but an invisible speck of power— The winged male, beautiful beyond reason, snapped his head toward her as she arced across his starry sky. He lifted a hand, as if in greeting. A blast of dark power, like a gentle summer night, slammed into her. Not to attack—but to slow her down. A wall, a shield, that she tore and plunged through. But it slowed her. That winged male’s power slowed her, just enough. Aelin vanished from his world without a whisper.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Kingdom of Ash

“So Dorian kept fighting, his brother in soul and in arms beside him.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Kingdom of Ash