Athena

“Fuck. Just when I think I can handle you, I completely fucking lose it."
"That's my favorite part."
"Why does that not surprise me?" He brushes his lips over mine, and he locks his arms around me, keeping me from melting off his lap. "Death of me, I swear.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“She’s so fucking beautiful.
I’d never seen her in normal clothes, and now I wish I never had. She looks even more ethereal in these soft colors and fabrics. Her platinum hair is in a long, messy braid, and she keeps batting loose strands away from her face. Her cheeks are pinker. Her skin and eyes are brighter, more alive. She’s sitting in bed in white socks, knees pulled up to her chin, and she’s both effortlessly stunning and deeply unaware of the havoc she’s wreaking on my nervous system. She doesn’t look capable of hurting a dust mote.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Watch Me

“I’d rather you scream at me than pretend everything is all right with silence.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“No,” she repeats, voice lethal. “I will be the one to ensure that the next breath you take to insult me, or my people, will be the very last one you ever taste. And it will be me, an Ordinary, that ends your Elite life.” She stares at him, looking as though formidability is woven into the very fiber of her being. My ears ring in the sudden silence smothering the throne room. Every eye is pinned on her, every jaw slackened by her words. My future queen has just made her first decree.”
― Lauren Roberts, Fearless