Dimitra Bansi

“Spirit that could not be broken. You do not yield. She would endure it again, if asked. She would do it. Every brutal hour and bit of agony. And it would hurt, and she would scream, but she’d face it. Survive against it. Arobynn had not broken her. Neither had Endovier. She would not allow this waste of existence to do so now. Her shaking eased, her body going still. Waiting. Maeve blinked at her. Just once. Aelin sucked in a breath—sharp and cool. She did not want it to be over. Any of it.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Kingdom of Ash

“Fireheart, her mother had called her.
Not for her power. The name had never once been about her power.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Kingdom of Ash

“But Aelin, crowned and glowing, only said, “Walk with me.” She gestured to the gates behind her. “All of you.” This day did not belong to her alone. Not at all. And when they all balked, Aelin walked forward. Took Yrene Westfall by the hand to guide her to the front. Then Manon Blackbeak. Elide Lochan. Lysandra. Evangeline. Nesryn Faliq. Borte and Hasar and Ansel of Briarcliff. All the women who had fought by her side, or from afar. Who had bled and sacrificed and never given up hope that this day might come. “Walk with me,” Aelin said to them, the men and males falling into step behind. “My friends.” The bells still ringing, Aelin nodded to the guards at the castle gates. They opened at last, and the roar from the gathered crowds was loud enough to rattle the stars.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Kingdom of Ash

“She swallowed and put a hand over her heart. "Thank you for coming when I asked. Thank you on behalf of Terrasen. I am in your debt."
"We were in your debt," Ansel countered.
"I wasn't," Rolfe muttered.
Aelin flashed him a grin. "We're going to have fun, you and I.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Kingdom of Ash