Julea Pina

“Thank you,” Archer said again. She kept walking, listening for any sign of him moving to attack her back. “I knew you were a good woman,” he said. Celaena halted. Turned. There was a hint of triumph in his eyes. He thought he’d won. Manipulated her again. One foot after another, she walked back toward him with predatory calmness. She stopped, close enough to kiss him. He gave her a wary smile. “No, I’m not,” she said. Then she moved, too fast for him to stand a chance. Archer’s eyes went wide as she slid the dagger home, jamming it up into his heart. He sagged in her arms. She brought her mouth to his ear, holding him upright with one hand and twisting the dagger with the other as she whispered, “But Nehemia was.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight

“He'd loved her so much that she still felt the echoes of it, even now.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight

“Celaena knew where she was before she awoke. And she didn't care. She was living the same story again and again.
The night she'd been captured, she'd also snapped, and come so close to killing the person she most wanted to destroy before someone knocked her out and she awoke in a rotting dungeon. She smiled bitterly as she opened her eyes. It was always the same story, the same loss.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight

“Fenrys snorted, toying with a small curl of golden hair at his nape. “How you even manage to walk with that much steel on you, Whitethorn, has always been a mystery to me.” Rowan said smoothly, “How no one has ever cut out your tongue just to shut you up has always been a mystery to me as well.” An edged chuckle. “I’ve been told it’s my best feature. At least the women think so.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Empire of Storms