Becca

“Because to stand against it would be to provoke the Mask's wrath. To stand against it would be to stand against Death itself.

Death herself.

Azriel shook, weathering that primal power.

But they were both Illyrian, whether Az liked it or not. And so they did what their people had always done before Death's beautiful face. They bowed.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Gwyn threw Azriel a withering stare as she strode past him. “See you tomorrow, Shadowsinger,” she tossed over a shoulder.
Az stared after her, brows high with amusement. When he turned back, Nesta grinned. “You have no idea what you just started,” she said.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“What is it you want to know?" Nesta asked carefully.

Bryce glanced between them. "How'd you two meet?"

"There was a war," Nesta said shortly.

"Between who?" Bryce asked.

Azriel answered this time. "Between an evil Fae King and us."

"You two, or like . . . everyone?"

Nesta gave her a withering look, "Yes, the King of Hybern declared war on just me and Azriel.”
― Sarah J. Maas, House of Flame and Shadow

“Azriel was nothing short of beautiful. Even with those scarred hands and the shadows that flowed from him like smoke, she’d always found him to be the prettiest of the three males who called themselves brothers.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames