Quotes by Sarah J. Maas

Night Triumphant- and the Stars Eternal.

She didnt 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 face them. He would be delighted to know youre still fretting over whatever nonsense he said...Dont give him the satisfaction of knowing that hes still troubling you; put those thoughts from your mind

That sounds a lot like, ’ I have more secrets that I’m going to spring on you whenever I feel like stopping your heart dead in your chest.

I moaned then, tilting my head back to give him better access. His hands clamped on my waist, then moved—one going to cup my rear, the other sliding between us.This—this moment, when it was him and me and nothing between our bodies …His tongue scraped the roof of my mouth as he dragged a finger down the center of me, and I gasped, my back arching. “Feyre,” he said against my lips, my name like a prayer more devout than any Ianthe had offered up to the Cauldron on that dark solstice morning.His tongue swept my mouth again, in time to the finger that he slipped inside of me. My hips undulated, demanding more, craving the fullness of him, and his growl reverberated in my chest as he added another finger.I moved on him. Lightning lashed through my veins, and my focus narrowed to his fingers, his mouth, his body on mine. His palm pushed against the bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs, and I groaned his name as I shattered

Tamlin let out a low snarl of approval, and I bit my bottom lip as he removed his pants, along with his undergarments, revealing the proud, thick length of him. My mouth went dry, and I dragged my gaze up his muscled torso, over the panes of his chest, and then—“Come here,” he growled, so roughly the words were barely discernable.I pushed back the blankets, revealing my already naked body, and he hissed.

What are you doing?”Celaena lifted another piece of paper. “If His Pirateness can’t be bothered to clean for us, then I don’t see why I can’t have a look.”“He’ll be here any second,” Sam hissed. She picked up a flattened map, examining the dots and markings along the coastline of their continent. Something small and round gleamed beneath the map, and she slipped it into her pocket before Sam could notice.“Oh, hush,” she said, opening the hutch on the wall adjacent to the desk. “With these creaky floors, we’ll hear him a mile off.” The hutch was crammed with rolled scrolls, quills, the odd coin, and some very old, very expensive-looking brandy. She pulled out a bottle, swirling the amber liquid in the sunlight streaming through the tiny porthole window. “Care for a drink?

There were many, many debts to be paid before she left Rifthold and took back her throne. Starting now. Fortunate that she was in a killing sort of mood.

Was I interrupting? I thought it was over. Rhys gave me a smile dripping with venom. He knew-through that bond, through whatever magic was between us, hed known I was about to say no. At least Feyre seemed to think so.

Faeries began calling foul play, demanding Tamlin be released from the curse, calling her a liar. Through the haze, I saw Rhysand crouching by Tamlin. Not to help him, but to grab the-You are all pigs - all scheming, filthy pigs.Then Rhysand was on his feet, my bloody knife in his hands. He launched himself at Amarantha, swift as a shadow, the ash dagger aimed at her throat.She lifted a hand - not even bothering to look - and he was blasted back by a wall of white light.But the pain paused for a second, long enough for me to see him hit the ground and rise again and lunge for her - with hands that now ended in talons. He slammed into the invisible wall Amarantha had raised around herself, and my pain flickered as she turned to him.You traitorous piece of filth, she seethed at Rhysand. Youre just as bad as the human beasts. One by one, as if a hand were shoving them in, his talons pushed back into his skin, leaving blood in their wake. He swore, low and vicious. You were planning this all along.

Celaena?” Sam asked into the dark. “Should I worry about going to sleep?”She blinked, then laughed under her breath. At least Sam took her threats somewhat seriously.

There was good in people - deep down, there was always a shred of good.

Why bother? Maybe the world’s not worth saving.” She knew he meant it, too. Those lifeless eyes spoke volumes.

A few fires flickered, plumes of dark smoke marring the ruby sky.

She wouldnt ask. Didnt want to know what manner of thing might crawl toward a fire.

As I lifted the ash dagger, something inside me fractured so completely that there would be no hope of ever repairing it.

Whatever shred of hope hed had for a future with her was gone. She still felt something for him, shed admitted, but she would never trust him. She would always hate him for what hed done.But he could do this for her. Even if he never saw her again, even if she abandoned her duties as Kings Champion and stayed with the Fae in Wendlyn forever-as long as he knew that she was safe, that no one could hurt her... Hed sell his soul again and again for that.

Her cheek against the moss, the young princess she had been - Aelin Galathynius - reached a hand for her. Get up, she said softly.

Aelin hissed, Need I remind you Captain, that you went to Endovier and did not blink at the slaves and the mass graves? Need I remind you that I was starved and chained and you let Duke Perrington force me to the ground at Dorians feet while you did nothing? And now you have the nerve to accuse me of not caring, when many of the people in this city have profited off the blood and misery of the very people you ignored?

In saving Tamlin, I was to damn myself.