Why?" I asked. He knew what I meant, and shrugged. "Because when the legends get written, I didn't want to be remembered for standing on the sidelines. I want my future offspring to know that I was there, and that I fought against her at the end, even if I couldn't do anything useful." I blinked, this time not at the brightness of the sun. "Because," he went on, his eyes locked with mine, "I didn't want you to fight alone. Or die alone.

— Sarah J. Maas

With each day he felt the barriers melting. He let them melt. Because of her genuine laugh, because he caught her one afternoon sleeping with her face in the middle of a book, because he knew she would win.

— Sarah J. Maas

Would you like me to grovel with gratitude for bringing me here, High Lord?"" Ah. The Muriel told you nothing important, did it?" That smile of his sparked something bold in my chest. "He also said that you liked being brushed, and if I'm a clever girl, I might train you with treats." Tamlin tipped his head to the sky and roared with laughter. Despite myself, I let out a quiet laugh. "I might die of surprise," Lucien said behind me. "You made a joke, Fare." I turned to look at him with a cool smile. "You don't want to know what the Muriel said about you." I flicked my brows up, and Lucien lifted his hands in defeat." I'd pay good money to hear what the Muriel thinks of Lucien," Hamlin said. A cork popped, followed by the sounds of Lucien chugging the bottle's contents and chuckling with a muttered, "Brushed.

— Sarah J. Maas

Wrong kind of witch." - Manon Black beak

— Sarah J. Maas

You belong to all of us, and we belong to you.

— Sarah J. Maas

You can’t write, yet you learned to hunt, to survive. How?” I paused with my foot on the threshold. “That’s what happens when you’re responsible for lives other than your own, isn’t it? You do what you have to do.” He was still sitting on the table, still straddling that inner line between the here and now and wherever he’d had to go in his mind to endure the fight with the Bogged. I met his feral and glowing stare.“You aren’t what I expected—for a human.

— Sarah J. Maas

You could be great. You could rattle the stars. Furthermore, you could do anything if only you dared.

— Sarah J. Maas

You could rattle the stars,' she whispered. 'You could do anything, if only you dared.

— Sarah J. Maas

You do what you love, what you need.

— Sarah J. Maas

You're back," Sam said, as if he couldn't 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 wasn't a scratch on him. Of course, her face had healed too but... "Hot," she said. Sam let out a breathy chuckle.

— Sarah J. Maas