1,638 Quotes by Sarah J. Maas

Alone in the hallway, Celaena watched the shadows cast by the torches. It hadn't been the mere impossibility of a relationship with Ilias that had made her pull away.No; it was the memory of Sam's face that had stopped her from kissing him.

And slowly, wobbling, a droplet of water the size of a marble rose from the surface to her cupped palm.“No wonder your sense of self-preservation is so pathetic, if that’s all the water you can conjure.” But Rowan flicked her chin, and she knew he understood what it meant, to have summoned even a droplet to her hand. To feel her mother smiling at her from realms away.

Celaena opened her arms wide, Goldryn burning bright in one hand. “Behold my power, Maeve. Behold what I grapple with in the deep dark, what prowls under my skin.”Celaena exhaled a breath and extinguished each and every flame in the city.The power wasn't in might or skill. It was in the control — the power lay in controlling herself.

No flicker of amusement, no hint of fear. The woman could give Rowan a run for his money for sheer iciness.

So she's not with him?""No."Otho shrugged. "That's strange.""Why?" Chaol had the sudden urge to strangle him."Because it looks like he's in love with her," he said, and walked away.Chaol's eyes lost focus for a moment. Then Celaena laughed, and Dorian kept staring at her. The prince hadn't once taken his eyes off her. Dorian's expression was full of--something. Joy? Wonder? His shoulders were straight, his back erect. He looked like a man. Like a king.

She could forgive the girl who had needed a captain of the guard to offer stability after a year in hell; forgive the girl who had needed a captain to be her champion. But she was her own champion now.

Fleetfoot just zoomed on by, a blur of gold.A moment later, when the little librarian came waddling into view and asked if they'd seen a dog, Celaena only shook her head and said that she had heard something--from the opposite direction. And then she told him to keep his voice down, because this was a library.His eyes shooting daggers at her, the man huffed and scuttled away, his shouting a bit softer.When he was gone, Dorian turned to her, brows high on his head.

His eyes blazed with hunger that matched her own, and she kissed him again, tugging him into her bedroom. He let her pull him, not breaking the kiss as he kicked the door shut behind them.And then there was only them, and skin against skin, and when they reached that moment when there was nothing more between them at all, Celaena kissed Chaol deeply and gave him everything she had.

It was a voice she had heard before, deep and raspy. It made her bones crack and splinter, made her feel the astonishing cold of a winter long since passed.