Komal Chand

“Where will we go?"
"I hear hell is particularly nice at this time of year.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows

“You will find, Rolfe, that one does not deal with Celaena Sardothien. One survives her”
― Sarah J. Maas, Empire of Storms

“And then I am going to rattle the stars.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“I'm not ill like that,” she groaned. He sat on her bed, peeling back the blanket. A servant entered, frowning at the mess on the floor, and shouted for help.
“Then it what way?”
“I,uh...” Her face was so hot she thought it would melt onto the floor. Oh you idiot. “My monthly cycles finally came back!”
His face suddenly matched hers and he stepped away, dragging his hand through his short hair. “I-if...Then I'll take my leave,” he stammered, and bowed. Celaena raised an eyebrow, and then, despite herself, smiled as he left the room as quick as his feet could go without running, tripping slightly in the doorway as he staggered into the rooms beyond.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass