Madeline

“The queen hadn't even bothered to say good-bye. She'd just dashed for the injured Fae warrior, his name like a prayer on her lips. Rowan. Manon had looked up in time to see the queen fall to her knees before the injured warrior in the grass, demanding answers from the brown-haired man-Choal-who pressed a hand to the arrow wound in Rowan's shoulder to stanch the bleeding. The queen's shoulders were shaking. 'Fireheart', the Fae warrior murmured.”
― Sarah J Maas, Throne of Glass

“What could be better...for The Villian's whore."
Evie closed her palm and her eyes, feeling the burn of pain in every pore, feeling it pulse in her blood,
"Actually," she rasped out.
She opened her eyes.
"I'm. His. Fucking. Assistant,”
― Hannah Nicole Maehrer, Assistant to the Villain

“A sudden, small squeak came out of her, sounding suspiciously like a sneeze. She looked up at him sheepishly.
He was a puddle on the floor, and every speck of dust in that room was his enemy.”
― Hannah Nicole Maehrer, Assistant to the Villain

“He didn’t feel ruined with Evie, though. He felt reborn. What a fucking disaster.”
― Hannah Nicole Maehrer, Assistant to the Villain