1,638 Quotes by Sarah J. Maas

Then there was that other strange feeling that pushed and pulled at her, making her reply the scene in the mess hall again and again.She had never known regret-not true regret, anyway.But she regretted not knowing the Crochan's name. She regretted not knowing who the new cloak on her shoulders had belonged to-where she had come from, how she had lived.Somehow, even though her long life had been gone for ten years...Somehow, that regret made her feel incredibly, heavily mortal.

Perhaps the Darkness was another world, another realm. Perhaps she'd gone to the hell-realm the humans so feared.She hated Death.And Death could go to hell, too-

Elide saw the sorrow on her face before she reached her. The dullness and pain in the golden eyes.She went still. "Who?"Manon's throat bobbed. "All."All of the Thirteen. All those fierce, brilliant witches. Gone.Elide put a hand to her heart, as if it could stop it from cracking.But Manon closed the distance between them, and even with that grief in her battered, bloodied face, she put a hand on Elide's shoulder. In comfort.As if the witch had learned to do such things.

The winds shifted, and Abraxos rode them, rising higher into the sky, the darkened kingdom below passing by in a blur.Changing winds—a changing world.Perhaps a changing Thirteen, too. And herself.She didn't know what to make of it,But Manon hoped they'd all survive it.She hoped.

Death, cruel and cunning, waited in that gold-flecked onyx stare.

Does your blood run blue or red? You decide. If it runs blue, it turns out I have jurisdiction over you. Little shits like Vernon can’t do as they will to my kind–not without my permission. If your blood runs red … Well, I don’t particularly care about humans, and seeing what Vernon does with you might be entertaining.”“Why would you offer this?”Manon gave her a half smile, all iron teeth and no remorse. “Because I can.

Keelie was still breathing, Manon realized as they neared, the wind tearing at her face and clothes. Keelie was still breathing, and fighting like hell to keep steady. Not to survive. Keelie knew she would be dead any moment. She was fighting for the witch on her back.

My eyes burned, and I blinked as I faced the books. "And I suppose," I said with an effort at lightness, "That it's a miracle I can actually read these things."Rhys's answering smile was lovely - and just a bit wicked. "I believe my little lessons helped.""Yes, 'Rhys is the greatest lover a female can hope for' is undoubtedly how I learned to read.""I was only trying to tell you what you now know.

I now wondered if the lullaby of death was not a lovely song, but the droning of flies. If flies and maggots were all Death's handmaidens.