Joyce Kwok

“Amren,” Rhys drawled, “sends her regards. And as for this one … ” I tried not to flinch away from meeting his stare. “She’s mine,” he said quietly, but viciously enough that Devlon and his warriors nearby heard. “And if any of you lay a hand on her, you lose that hand. And then you lose your head.” I tried not to shiver, as Cassian and Mor showed no reaction at all. “And once Feyre is done killing you,” Rhys smirked, “then I’ll grind your bones to dust.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“I could be soft and lovely at sunset, and awaken in the morning to slide into Illyrian fighting leathers.”
― Sarah J. Maas

“It was easier to not have to explain, anyway. To not have to tell him that though I'd freed him, saved his people and all of Prythian from Amarantha... I'd broken myself apart.
And I didn't think even eternity would be long enough to fix me.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Maybe I'd always been broken and dark inside. Maybe someone who've been born whole and good would have put down the ash dagger and embraced death rather than what lay before me.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury