Tessa

“Aelin Galathynius smiled at her, hand still outreached. "Get up." the princess said.
Celaena reached across the earth between them and brushed her fingers against Aelin's.

And arose.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“Maeve had lied. Or lied by omission. But she knew. She knew what the girl had gone through-knew she'd been a slave. That day-that day early on, he'd threatened to whip the girl, gods above. And she had lost it. He'd been such a proud fool that he'd assumed she'd lashed out because she was nothing more than a child. He should have known better-should have known that when she did react to something like that, it meant the scars went deep. And then there were the other things he'd said...”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“Celaena opened her arms wide, Goldryn burning bright in one hand. “Behold my power, Maeve. Behold what I grapple with in the deep dark, what prowls under my skin.”

Celaena exhaled a breath and extinguished each and every flame in the city.

The power wasn't in might or skill. It was in the control — the power lay in controlling herself.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“One by one, like shadows emerging from the mist, they appeared. The faces of the people she had loved with her heart of wildfire.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire