♡Molly♡

“Call us even. Call me crazy. I don’t care. Just…” His eyes are pleading, brimming with emotion. “Just call me yours.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“Fire-breathing bitch-queen.”

“She was fire, and light, and ash, and embers. She was Aelin Fireheart, and she bowed for no one and nothing, save the crown that was hers by blood and survival and triumph.”

“She looked at them, at the three males who meant everything—more than everything. Then she smiled with every last shred of courage, of desperation, of hope for the glimmer of that glorious future. 'Let’s go rattle the stars.'”

“To whatever end.”

“Behind them, across the hall, the dancers shattered their roses on the floor, and Aedion grinned at his queen as the entire world went to hell.”

“If you're a monster, I'm a monster.”

"'Who is that?' Nesryn asked.
Aedion smiled. 'Rowan.'”

“'Where will we go?'
'I hear hell is particularly nice at this time of year.'”

“She was a whirling cloud of death, a queen of shadows, and these men were already carrion.”

“But she was her own champion now.”

“Whatever you had to do to survive, whatever you did from spite or rage or selfishness … I don’t give a damn. You’re here—and you’re perfect. You always were, and you always will be.”

“The wrath Chaol found in Aelin’s eyes was world-ending. 'You bring my court into this, Chaol,' Aelin said with lethal softness, 'and I don’t care what you were to me, or what you have done to help me. You betray them, you hurt them, and I don’t care how long it takes, or how far you go: I’ll burn you and your gods-damned kingdom to ash. Then you’ll learn just how much of a monster I can be.'”

“'Thank you for the oil,' he added. 'My skin was a little dry.'”

“And at long last, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius was home.”

“I don’t make threats. Only promises.”

“My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius. And I am the Queen of Terrasen.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows

“And I’ll save your life again and again, aimlessly hoping you will allow me to stay in it.”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless

“I'd never thought about what my favorite color was before. It never seemed important.
Not until I looked into a pair of ocean blue eyes and realized that perhaps drowning was a beautiful thing.
Not until I looked into a pair of fiery blue eyes and realized that perhaps burning was a painless thing.
Not until I looked into a pair of sky blue eyes and realized that perhaps falling was a peaceful thing.
I'd never thought about what my favorite color was before because I hadn't seen one that was worthy of the title. Until now, that is.
"Blue," I say, my voice low.”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless