Deborah

“We feel sorry for you.
Manon rubbed at her eyes and braced her elbows on her knees, peering into the drop below.
She would have dismissed her, wouldn't have thought twice about it, if it hadn't been for that look in Keelie's eyes as she fell, fighting with every last scrap of strength to save her Petrah. Or for Abraxos's wing, sheltering Manon against icy rain.
The wyverns were meant to kill and maim and strike terror into the hearts of their enemies. And yet . . .
And yet. Manon looked toward the star-flecked horizon, leaning her face into a warm spring breeze, grateful for the steady, solid companion lounging behind her. A strange feeling, that gratitude for his existence.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“Fly, Abraxos," she breathed.
Abraxos sucked in a great breath, tucked his wings in tight, and fell off the side of the post.
He liked to do that - just tumble off as though he'd been struck dead.
Her wyvern, it seemed, had a wicked sense of humor.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows

“Fireheart.
Fireheart, why do you cry?"
"Because I am lost. And I do not know the way."

"You have been very brave. You have been very brave, for so very long. But you must be brave a little while longer, my Fireheart. You must be brave a little while longer, and remember.."

Her mother placed a phantom hand over Aelins heart.

"It is the strength of this that matters. No matter where you are, no matter how far, this will lead you home. It is the strength of this that matters, Aelin.
The strength of this. You are my daughter. You were born of two mighty bloodlines. That strength flows through you. Lives in you."
"You do not yield."
You do not yield.”
― Sarah J. Maas

“Tamlin shrank from her outstretched finger, claws digging into the earth. “Put that finger down, you witch.”
Nesta smiled. “I’m glad you remember what happened to the last person I pointed at.” She lowered her arm. “We’re going now.”
She stepped back to where Cassian was already waiting, arms open. He wrapped them around her waist. Nesta glanced to Eris, who gave her a shallow, approving nod, then vanished.
Nesta said to Tamlin before they shot into the skies, “Tell anyone you saw us, High Lord, and I’ll rip your head from your body, too.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Silver Flames