Quotes by Sarah J. Maas

And I wondered if love was too weak a word for what he felt, what he’d done for me. For what I felt for him.

I love you,’ he whispered, and kissed my brow. ‘Thorns and all.

I threw myself into that fire, threw myself into it, into him, and let myself burn.

The Court of Dreams.The people who knew that there was a price, and one worth paying, for that dream. The bastard- born warriors, the Illyrian half breed, the monster trapped in a beautiful body, the dreamer born into a court of nightmares...And the huntress with an artists soul.

I love you, I said, and stabbed him.

Im not married,” he said softly, “because I cant stomach the idea of marrying a woman inferior to me in mind and spirit. It would mean the death of my soul.

So I’m your huntress and thief?” His hands slid down to cup the backs of my knees as he said with a roguish grin, “You are my salvation, Feyre.

Aelin took a step forward. One step, as if in a daze.She loosed a shuddering breath, and a small, whimpering noise came out of her - a sob. And then she was sprinting down the alley, flying as though the winds themselves pushed at her heels.She flung herself on the male, crashing into him hard enough that anyone else might have gone rocking back into the stone wall. But the male grabbed her to him, his massive arms wrapping around her tightly and lifting her up. Nesryn made to approach, but Aedion stopped her with a hand on her arm.Aelin was laughing as she cried, and the male was just holding her, his hooded head buried in her neck. As if he were breathing her in.Who is that? Nesryn asked.Aedion smiled. Rowan.

Say it,” I gritted out.“The High Lord of the Night Court is your mate.

Where is Aelin. Where is my wife?

Some things you hear with your ears. Others, you hear with your heart.

My name is Celaena Sardothien, she whispered, and I will not be afraid.

He moved to sniff some white-and-yellow flowers.A nightmare. This was a nightmare. “You can’t really like flowers.”Again those dark eyes shifted to her. Blinked once. I most certainly do, he seemed to say.

The best lies were always mixed with truth.

I have no name, she purred. Im whoever the keepers of my fate tell me to be.

I was as unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff, and he was the wind that stirred me about the world.

Aware of every breath, every movement, I sat in his lap. His hands gently braced my hips as I studied his face. “And now I want you to know, Rhysand, that I love you. I want you to know … ” His lips trembled, and I brushed away the tear that escaped down his cheek. “I want you to know,” I whispered, “that I am broken and healing, but every piece of my heart belongs to you. And I am honored—honored to be your mate.”His arms wrapped around me and he pressed his forehead to my shoulder, his body shaking. I stroked a hand through his silken hair.“I love you,” I said again. I hadn’t dared say the words in my head. “And I’d endure every second of it over again so I could find you. And if war comes, we’ll face it. Together. I won’t let them take me from you. And I won’t let them take you from me, either.”Rhys looked up, his face gleaming with tears. He went still as I leaned in, kissing away one tear. Then the other. As he had once kissed away mine.When my lips were wet and salty with them, I pulled back far enough to see his eyes. “You’re mine,” I breathed.

If you were going to die, I was going to die with you. I couldnt stop thinking it over and over as you screamed, as I tried to kill her: you were my mate my mate my mate.

I want to take my time with you - to learn … every inch of you. And this apartment has very, very thin walls. I don’t want to have an audience” he added as he leaned down again, brushing his mouth over the cut at the base of her throat, “when I make you moan, Aelin.

Even when this world is a forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will love you.