myself

“Aelin, leaning against the half-decayed desk that served as the lone piece of furniture in the room, smirked at him. "I saw you from a distance-once." Galan Ashryver's eyes sparked. "I'm going to assume it was during your former profession and thank you for not killing me.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Kingdom of Ash

“We are the Thirteen,” she said. “From now until the Darkness claims us.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Kingdom of Ash

“Aelin said to Fenrys, “We’ll only invite him to Orynth on holidays.” “So he can ruin the festivities?” Fenrys scowled. “I, for one, cherish my holidays. I don’t need a misanthrope raining on them.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Kingdom of Ash

“Then we shall shut them," Gavriel said, and smiled grimly. "Together."
The word was more of a question, subtle and sorrowful. Together. As father and son. As the two warriors they were.
Gavriel - his father. He had come.
And looking at those tawny eyes, Aedion knew it was not for Aelin, or for Terrasen, that his father had done it.
"Together," Aedion rasped”
― Sarah J. Maas, Kingdom of Ash