'A Court of Thorns and Roses' was actually inspired by three of my all-time-favorite fairy/folktales: 'Beauty and the Beast,' 'East of the Sun, West of the Moon' and 'Tam Lin.' I got the kernel of inspiration by wondering: 'What if 'Beauty' was a huntress?'

— Sarah J. Maas

A court that wouldn't just change the world. It would start the world over.

— Sarah J. Maas

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

— Sarah J. Maas

Again hissed, "Need I remind you Captain, that you went to Andover 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 Herrington force me to the ground at Dorian's 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?

— Sarah J. Maas

Again is alive.

— Sarah J. Maas

Again sighed. 'This place has been shut down for months, and yet I swear I can still hear the music floating in the air.' Rowan angled his head, studying the dark with those immortal senses. 'Perhaps the music does live on, in some form.' The thought made her eyes sting.

— Sarah J. Maas

Again 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. Neuron made to approach, but Audion 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?" Neuron asked. Aedion smiled. "Rowan.

— Sarah J. Maas

Again would likely laugh to see him now. The man who had stumbled out of her room after she’d declared that her cycle had arrived. Now sitting in this fine room, mostly naked and not giving a shit about it.

— Sarah J. Maas

A gift. A gift from a queen who had seen another woman in hell and thought to reach back a hand. With no thought of it ever being returned. A moment of kindness, a tug on a thread.

— Sarah J. Maas

A life of open skies and roads, of wandering where the wind takes you, answering to no one and nothing? A life of freedom…” She shook her head. “What more could I ask than to live a life unchecked by cages?

— Sarah J. Maas