Quotes by Sarah J. Maas

I cant bury another friend.You wont.If anything ever happened to you, Rowan-Dont he breathed. Dont even say it. We dealt with that enough the other night.He lifted a hand - hesitated, and then brushed back a strand of hair that had fallen across her face. His callused fingers scrapped against her cheekbone, then caressed the shell of her ear. It was foolish to even start down that road, when every other man shed let in had left some wound, in one way or another, accidentally or not.There was nothing tender in his face. Only a predators glittering gaze. When we get back, he said, remind me to prove you wrong about every thought that just went through your head.She lifted an eyebrow. Oh?He gave her a sly smile that made thinking impossible. Exactly what he wanted - to distract her from the horrors of tomorrow. Ill even let you decide how I tell you: with words- his eyes flickered once to her mouth- or with my teeth and tongue.

Im not ill like that,” she groaned. He sat on her bed, peeling back the blanket. A servant entered, frowning at the mess on the floor, and shouted for help.“Then it what way?”“I,uh...” Her face was so hot she thought it would melt onto the floor. Oh you idiot. “My monthly cycles finally came back!”His face suddenly matched hers and he stepped away, dragging his hand through his short hair. “I-if...Then Ill take my leave,” he stammered, and bowed. Celaena raised an eyebrow, and then, despite herself, smiled as he left the room as quick as his feet could go without running, tripping slightly in the doorway as he staggered into the rooms beyond.

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.

As my friend, you should either bring me along, or keep me company.Friend? he asked.She blushed. Well, scowling escort is a better description. Or reluctant acquaintance, if you prefer.

The Crown Prince of Adarlan stared him down. And consider where your true loyalties lie.Once, Chaol might have argued. Once, he might have protested that his loyalty to the crown was his greatest asset. But that blind loyalty and obedience had started this descent.And it had destroyed everything.

Whats your name? he asked above the roar of the music.She leaned close. My name is Wind, she whispered. And Rain. And Bone and Dust. My name is a snippet of a half-remembered song.He chuckled a low, delightful sound. She was drunk and silly, and so full of the glory of being young and alive and in the capital of the world that she could hardly contain herself.I have no name, she purred. I am whoever the keepers of my fate tell me to be.He grasped her by her wrist, running a thumb along the sensitive sknin underneath. Then let me call you Mine for a dance or two.

He grasped her by the wrist , running a thumb along the sensitive skin underneath. Then let me call you Mine for a dance or twoShe grinned but someone was suddenly between them, a tall, powerfully built person. Sam. He ripped the strangers hand off of her wrist. Shes spoken for, he growled, all too close to the young mans maked face. The strangers friend was behind him in an instant, his bronze eyes fixed on Sam.Celaena grabbed Sams elbow. Enough, she warned him.The masked stranger looked Sam up and down, then held up his hands. My mistake, he said, but winked at Celaena before disappeared into the crowd, his armed friend close behind.Celaena whirled to face Sam. What in hell was that for?Youre drunk, he told her, so close her chest brushed his, And he knew it, too.So? Even as she said it, someone dancing wildly crashed into her and set her reeling. Sam caught her around the waist, his hands firm on her as he kept her from falling to the ground.Youll thank me in the morning. Just because were working together doesnt mean Im suddenly incapable of handling myself. His hands were still on her waist.Let me take you home.

Thundering hooves beat the frozen ground, faster and faster as the rider whipped the horse. Snow and mud lay thick on the earth, and rogue snowflakes drifted through the night sky.Celaena ran—swifter than her young legs could manage. Everything hurt, Trees ripped at her dress and hair; stones sliced her feet. She scrambled through the woods, breathing so hard she couldnt muster the air to cry for help. She must reach the bridge. It couldnt cross the bridge.Behind her, a sword shrieked as it was drawn from its sheath.She fell, slamming into mud and rock. The sound of the approaching demon filled the air as she struggled to rise. But the mud held fast, and she could not run.Reaching for a bush, her small hands bleeding, the horse now close behind, she—

Rhys gave no warning as he gripped my arm, snarling softly, and tore off my glove. His touch was like a brand, and I flinched, yielding a step, but he held firm until hed gotten both gloves off. I heard you begging someone, anyone, to rescue you, to get you out. I heard you say no. I didnt say anything. He turned my bare hand over, his hold tightening as he examined the eye hed tattooed. He tapped the pupil. Once. Twice. I heard it loud and clear.

It didnt excuse what hed done. Even if hed...saved me-I choked on the word-from having to refuse Tamlin. Having to explain.

I was merely observing; I have no agenda. He looked at his hand, still touching hers. Where did you get that ring?She contracted her hand into a fist as she pulled it away from him. The amethyst in her ring glowed in the firelight. It was a gift.From whom?Thats none of your concern.He shrugged, though she knew betterthan to tell him whod really given it to her - rather, she knew Chaol wouldnt want Dorian to know. Id like to know whos been giving rings to my Champion.The way the collar of his black jacket lay across his neck made her unnable to sit still. She wanted to touch him, to trace the line between his tan skin and the golden lining of the fabric.Billiards? she asked, rising to her feet. I could use another lesson. Celaena didnt wait for his answer as she strode toward the gaming room. She very much wanted to stand close to him and have her skin warm under his breath. She liked that. Worse than that, she realized, she liked him.

Wrong kind of witch. - Manon Blackbeak

But anyone with witch-blood in their veins was worth keeping an eye on.Or Thirteen.

And if I asked for the moon on a string? - Sorsha

The straw-coated floor crunched beneath her boots, a cool breeze sweeping in from where the roof had been ripped half off thanks to Sorrels bull. To keep the wyverns from feeling less caged—and so Abraxos could watch the stars, as he liked to do.

She shook off his grip. I am what I am, and I dont particularly care what you think of me.” Well, I care what you think of me. I care enough that I stayed at this disgusting party for you. And I care enough that Id attend a thousand more like it so I can spend a few hours with you when you arent looking at me like IM not worth the dirt beneath your shoes.

Youre back, Sam said, as if he couldnt quite believe it.She lifted her chin, stuffing her hands in her pockets. Obviously.He tilted his head slightly to the side. How was the desert?There wasnt a scratch on him. Of course, her face had healed too but... Hot, she said. Sam let out a breathy chuckle.

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

Were all broken, Mor said. In our own ways - in places no one might see.

Then, like a shimmering disk too rich and clear to be described, the sun slipped over the horizon and lined everything with gold. It was like seeing the world being born, and we were the sole witnesses.