98 Quotes About Sarah-j-maas

Holy gods. He'd frozen the whole damn lake. He was THAT powerful?

The stars winked into existence, dim and small above the blazing fires. I watched them through the long hours of celebrating, and could have sworn that they kept me company, my silent and stalwart friends.

She didn't fear the night, though she found little comfort in its dark hours.

Sometimes, the wicked will tell us things just to confuse us–to haunt our thoughts long after we've faced them.

I could be soft and lovely at sunset, and awaken in the morning to slide into Illyrian fighting leathers.

She'd taken home more bruises than usual, and the man she'd beaten to unconsciousness... not her problem.

Thirty minutes later, Rowan was still staring up at the ceiling, teeth gritted as he calmed the roaring inhis veins that was steadily shredding through his self-control.That gods-damned nightgown.Shit.He was in such deep, unending shit.

He lifted the lavender soap to his hair, and she squeaked.“You don’t use that in your hair,” she hissed, jolting from her perch to reach for one of the many hair tonics lining the little shelf above the bath. “Rose, lemon verbena, or …” She sniffed the glass bottle. “Jasmine.” She squinted down at him.He was staring up at her, his green eyes full of the words he knew he didn’t have to say. Do I look like I care what you pick?

She stared at the castle unflinchingly, her form silhouetted against the blazing brightness that sat on the edge of the Avery River. Clouds gathered above them and she raised her head. Through a clearing in the swirling mass, a cluster of stars could be seen. He couldn't help thinking that they gazed down at her...The image haunted his dreams throughout the night: a lovely girl gazing at the stars, and the stars who gazed back