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“He chuckled, leaning his brow against hers. Nesta closed her eyes, breathing in his scent. "You are my mate, Cassian," she said against his lips, and kissed him softly.
"And you're mine," he said, kissing her in turn.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“How many games had Cassian played as a child with Rhys an Azriel, where a long stick had been a stand-in for Gwydion? How many adventures had they imagined, sharing that mythical sword between them as they slew wyrms and rescued damsels?

Never mind that Rhys's particular damsel had slain a wyrm herself and rescued him instead.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Just don't go running after a beautiful white horse or a pretty-faced young man and you'll be fine."
"And stay out of the water," Azriel added solemnly.
"What if the mask is in the water?" She gestured to the vast bog. They'd fly over it, they'd decided, and let her sense whatever lay here.
"Then Az and I will draw straws like the tough warriors we are and the loser goes in.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“The world was beautiful, and she was so grateful to be in it. To be alive, to be here, to see this.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames