Figure—tell me you like chocolates. You do, right? I remember stealing a box from your room once when you were out killing someone. They were delicious.
You, Celaena Sardothien, are charged with the deaths of the following people... And then he began a long recitation of all those lives she'd taken. The brutal story of a girl who was now gone.
You will make mistakes. You will make decisions, and sometimes you will regret those choices. Sometimes there won't be a right choice, just the best of several bad options. I don't need to tell you th...
You look rather pretty today,
You look absolutely delicious today, Feyre?!
You do not get to pick and choose which parts of her to love, Dorian had once said to him. He’d been right. So painfully right. Nesryn
You do not fear. You do not falter. You do not yield. You go in, you get her, and you come out again.
You could rattle the stars,that's what scares you the most
You bow to no one,
Will it ever stop? he mused, more to himself than me as another finger joined the one sliding in and out of me with taunting, indolent strokes. Wanting you—every hour, every breath. I don’t think I ca...
Why does anything cling to something?
Where do men find it in themselves to do such monstrous things? How do they find it acceptable?We'll make them pay for it in the end. Celaena grasped Ansel's hand. The girl squeezed back. We'll see to...
Whatever shred of hope he'd had for a future with her was gone. She still felt something for him, she'd admitted, but she would never trust him. She would always hate him for what he'd done.But he cou...
What you did for me, Chaol, she tried again. Not even with Cain, but when you—I have to go, he interrupted, and half turned away.Chaol, she said, grabbing his hand and whirling him to face her. She on...
What got under my skin, Rhys said, his breathing a bit uneven, is that you smiled at him.
We pity you, each and every one of you. For what you do to your children. They are not born evil. But you force them to kill and hurt and hate until there is nothing left inside them—of you ... They h...
We had contests to see who could write the dirtiest limericks while I was living with my father’s war-band by the border. I don’t particularly enjoy losing, so I took it upon myself to become good at...
Wasn't that wonderful?Breathing hard, Celeana didn't say anything as she punched Ansel so hard in the face that the girl went flying off her horse and tumbled onto the sand. Ansel just clutched her ja...
Vain until the bitter end.
Unmade and Made; Made and Unmade—that is the cycle. Like calls to like.