Francisca

“I like the way he makes me feel about myself when i am with him. Warner thinks I’m strong and smart and capable and actually values my opinion. He makes me feel like his equal- like i can accomplish just as much as he can, and more. And if i do something incredible, he’s not even surprised. He expects it. He doesn't treat me like I’m some fragile little girl who needs to be protected all the time.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

“He’s standing at the front door, hands shoved casually in his pockets, no fewer than six different guns pointed at his face.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

“Her heart—it had been meant for her heart.
And he had taken that arrow for her.
The killing calm spread through her like hoarfrost. She’d kill them all. Slowly.
They reached the second bridge just as Aedion’s barrage of arrows halted, his quiver no doubt emptied. She shoved Rowan onto the planks. “Run,” she said.
“No—”.
“Run.”
It was a voice that she’d never heard herself use—a queen’s voice— that came out, along with the blind yank she made on the blood oath that bound them together.
His eyes flashed with fury, but his body moved as though she’d compelled him. He staggered across the bridge, just as—
Aelin whirled, drawing Goldryn and ducking just as the Wing Leader’s sword swiped for her head.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows

“Even if she hadn’t slaughtered Baba Yellowlegs, Manon would have killed her just for that spell she’d used to freeze her feet. Etching some foul spell with the man’s blood.

And now she was going to die.

Wind-Cleaver pressed against the queen’s blade. But Aelin held her ground and hissed, “I’m going to rip you to shreds.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows