1,638 Quotes by Sarah J. Maas

Celaena was the lost Queen of Terrasen. Chaol sank to his knees.

Small white flowers lay at the foot of her cot, and many infant-sized footprints led in and out of the tent.

Put a shirt on while you’re at it,” I quipped. A feline smile. “Does it make you uncomfortable?” “I’m surprised there aren’t more mirrors in this house, since you seem to love looking at yourself so much.” Azriel launched into a coughing fit. Cassian just turned away, a hand clamped over his mouth. Rhys’s lips twitched. “There’s the Feyre I adore.” I.

Run and run and disappear into the mountains and live in solitude in the dark green of the wild, with a pine needle carpet and a blanket of stars overhead. She could do it.

It was a lovely grave – simple, clean – and on the stone was written: Sam Cortland Beloved Arobynn had left it blank – unmarked. But Wesley had explained in his letter how he’d asked the tombstone carver to come. She approached the grave, reading it over and over. Beloved – not just by her, but by many. Sam. Her Sam.

Towering and heavily muscled, Aedion was every inch the warrior rumor claimed him to be.

There was good in people – deep down, there was always a shred of good. There had to be.

But there he was. Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court, now stood beside me, darkness leaking from him like ink in water. He.

Lysandra gazed at the ring, then lifted her eyes to Aelin’s face – and threw her arms around her neck, squeezing tight. She took that as a yes. Aelin grimaced at the dull throb of pain, but held on. “Welcome to the court, Lady.