Mya

“Sawyer! Look at you!” Ridoc runs forward, his arms up in victory. Sliseag swings his head and snaps his teeth shut a few feet in front of Ridoc. “Look at you from a distance!” Ridoc retreats,”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“But then Chaol was at her chair, grasping her elbow. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Celaena looked up at him and smiled sweetly. “Your job, apparently.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight

“You get one chance to form your own squad, and you choose your ex, your current lover, the quadrant’s resident smart-ass, two people who have tried to kill you in the past year—one over said current lover—and whatever Dain is? These are your choices for the most important mission any rider could possibly undertake?” “I’m glad someone said it,” Tairn chimes in. “And…you.” It’s not my finest comeback.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“I’m jealous of the armor that holds you when I can’t, the sheets on your bed that caress your skin every night, and the blades that feel your hands.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm