“ She'd forgotten the name she'd been given, but it made no difference.She had only one name now:Death, devourer of worlds. Sarah J. Maas
“ The magic was boiling her blood. The darkness—it would be a relief compared to the hell smoldering in her veins. The Valg prince advanced, and part of her was screaming—screaming at herself to get up,… Sarah J. Maas
