1,638 Quotes by Sarah J. Maas

Hello, Feyre darling,” he purred.

What got under my skin,” Rhys said, his breathing a bit uneven, “is that you smiled at him.

Yet the songs would mention this – that the Lion fell before the western gate of Orynth, defending the city and his son.

Do not mistake my silence for lack of feeling. I have good reason to keep my thoughts to myself.

I don’t make threats. Only promises.

Faster and faster, those three bulls closed in. Lysandra remained at the mouth of the bay. Holding the line. Aedion’s heart stopped. “She’s dead,” one of the sentries hissed. “Oh, gods, she’s dead – ” “Shut your rutting mouth,” Aedion snarled, scanning the bay, slipping into that cold, calculating place that allowed him to make decisions in battle, to weigh the costs and risks.

I’d much rather you licked my wounds for me. My heart pounded, faster and faster, and a strange sort of rush went through my veins as I read the sentence again and again. A challenge. I clamped my lips shut to keep from smiling as I wrote, Lick you where, exactly? The paper vanished before I’d even completed the final mark. His reply was a long time coming. Then, Wherever you want to lick me, Feyre. I’d like to start with “Everywhere,” but I can choose, if necessary.

Yrene put her hands atop Chaol’s and brought them brow to brow. “You are my joy,” was all she said to him.

Don’t let the hard days win.