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“She deserved a loyal, brave knight who saw her for what she was and did not fear her.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight

“The kiss obliterated her. It was like coming home or being born or suddenly finding an entire half of herself that had been missing.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight

“Yet Chaol dropped his sword and shield to the bloody stones, and gripped Yrene’s face between his hands. “You can’t,” he said again, voice breaking. “You can’t.” Yrene put her hands atop Chaol’s and brought them brow to brow. “You are my joy,” was all she said to him. Her husband, her dearest friend, closed his eyes. The reek of Valg blood and metal clung to him, and yet beneath it—beneath it, that was his scent. The smell of home. Chaol at last opened his eyes, the bronze of them so vivid. Alive. Utterly alive. Full of trust, and understanding, and pride. “Go save the world, Yrene,” he whispered, and kissed her brow. Yrene let that kiss sink into her skin, a mark of protection, of love that she’d carry with her into hell and beyond it.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Kingdom of Ash

“So don’t expect me to care when you find yourself nothing more than a puppet. If you aren’t one already.” He”
― Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight