1,638 Quotes by Sarah J. Maas

She couldn't bring herself to care, because those moment she spent brawling were the few moments she felt like herself again.

Never forgive, never forget.

You loved Sam as much as I loved Wesley.”Her chest hollowed out, but she nodded. Yes, she’d loved Sam—more than she’d ever loved anyone. Even Chaol. And reading in Wesley’s letter exactly what Arobynn had ordered Rourke Farran to do to Sam had left a raging wound in the core of her. Sam’s clothes were still in the two bottom drawers of her dresser, where Arobynn had indeed unpacked them. She’d worn one of his shirts to bed these past two nights.

She had a flicker of memory from a time when, just for a moment, she'd been free; when the world had been wide open and she'd been about to enter it with Sam at her side. It was a freedom that she was still working for, because even though she'd tasted it only for a heartbeat, it had been the most exquisite heartbeat she'd ever experienced.

She did not know how long she fell with them.But then there was a rushing, roaring below—a frozen river. Whispers and foggy light were rising to meet them. No, not rising—this was the bottom.An end to the abyss. And an end to her, perhaps, at last.She didn't know if the Valg princes' hissing was from anger or pleasure as they slammed into that frozen river at the bottom of her soul.

Am I going to be blessed with the pleasure of hearing your voice, or have you resolved to be silent for theduration of our journey?”“I’m afraid your questions didn’t merit a verbal response.”Dorian bowed low. “Then I apologize, my lady! How terrible it must be to condescend to answer! Next time, I’ll try to think of something more stimulating tosay.

Chaol squeezed her hand, his skin warm in the frigid air. "Give him hell." He said. Grave entered the ring and drew his sword. Pulling her hand from Chaol's, Celaena straightened her spine as she stepped into the ring. She quickly bowed to the king, then to her opponent. She met Grave's stare and smiled as she bent her knees, holding the staff in two hands. You have no idea what you're getting yourself into little man.

Rowan’s head was still angled as he asked, “Your mothers were cousins, Prince, but who siredyou?”Aedion lounged in his chair. “Does it matter?”“Do you know?” Rowan pressed.Aedion shrugged. “She never told me—or anyone.”“I’m guessing you have some idea?” Aelin asked.Rowan said, “He doesn’t look familiar to you?”“He looks like me.”“Yes, but—” He sighed. “You met his father. A few weeks ago. Gavriel

But why? Why can't you let it go?"He grabbed her shoulders and shook her. "Because I love you!"Her mouth fell open."I love you," he repeated, shaking her again.