Liz Adkins

“The world kept slipping out from underneath Chaol's feet, so much so that he grabbed a handful of dirt just to remember where he was and that this was real, not some nightmare. Dorian. His friend; unharmed, but--but not Dorian. Not even close to Dorian, as the prince smirked at that beautiful, white-haired witch. The face was the same, but the soul gazing out of those sapphire eyes had not been created in this world.
Chaol squeezed the dirt harder. He had run. He had run from Dorian, and let this happen. It hadn't been hope that he carried when he fled, but stupidity. Aelin had been right. It would be a mercy to kill him.”
― Sarah J. Maas

“Someone's broken into the warehouse."
Rowan was out of the room, armed and fully ready to shed blood before Aelin could grab her own weapons. Gods above--he moved like the wind, too.”
― Sarah J. Maas

“I'm not leaving you. Not again."
Dorian's mouth tightened. "You never left me, Chaol." He shook his head once, sending tears slipping down his face. "You never left me.”
― Sarah J. Maas

“The man closest to the king didn't bother glancing around. His sapphire eyes went right to Manon, and stayed there. He would have been beautiful were it not for the dark collar around his throat and the utter coldness in his perfect face. He smiled at Manon as though he knew the taste of her blood.”
― Sarah J. Maas