Johnny Hugill

“No fear in her eyes - in her pretty, mortal face.

None

It’d be more trouble than it was worth.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows

“And at long last, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius was home.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows

“I have no interest in prisioners or battling today,” Manon said.

The Queen of Terrasen gave her a grin. “Good.”

Manon turned away, barking at her Thirteen to get to their mounts.

“I suppose,” the queen went on, “that makes you smarter than Baba Yellowlegs.”

Manon stopped, staring straight ahead and seeing nothing of the grass or sky or tress.

Asterin whirled. “What do you know of Baba Yellowlegs?”

The queen gave a low chuckle, despite the warning growl from the Fae warrior.

Slowly, Manon looked over her shoulder.

The queen tugged apart the lapels of her tunic, revealing a necklace of thin scars as the wind shifted.

The scent - iron and stone and pure hatred - hit Manon like a rock to the face. Every Iroonteeth witch knew the scent that forever lingered on those scars: Witch Killer.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows

“My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius. And I am the Queen of Terrasen.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows