Sammy

“But now, faced with Ressina’s communal studio, already hearing the laughter flitting out from where she and others had gathered for their weekly paint-in, my resolve sputtered out. I don’t know if I can do this. Rhys was quiet for a moment. Do you want me to come with you? To paint? I’d be an excellent nude model. I smiled, not caring that I was by myself in the street with countless people streaming past me.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“It’s cold as hell!” Mor called from the front hall, startling me from the warmth pooling in my core. “And who the hell let Cassian and Feyre decorate?”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“Mor opened her mouth, laughter dancing on her face, but Elain asked, “Could you have done it? Decided to take a male form?” The question cut through the laughter, an arrow fired between us. Amren studied my sister, Elain’s cheeks red from our unfiltered talk at the table. “Yes,” she said simply. “Before, in my other form, I was neither. I simply was.” “Then why did you pick this body?” Elain asked, the faelight of the chandelier catching in the ripples of her golden-brown braid. “I was more drawn to the female form,” Amren answered simply. “I thought it was more symmetrical. It pleased me.” Mor frowned down at her own form, ogling her considerable assets. “True.” Cassian snickered.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“The first snow of winter had begun whipping through Velaris an hour earlier.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight