Centre yourself. Fear will get you killed as easily as a weapon.

— Sarah J. Maas

Chaos," he said, looking over his shoulder. Dorian's eyes were frozen, his jaw clenched. "Treat her well.

— Sarah J. Maas

Don't be angry, Cannula had said, be smart.

— Sarah J. Maas

Elena knew where she was before she awoke. And she didn't care. She was living the same story again and

— Sarah J. Maas

Elena opened her arms wide, Goldwyn burning bright in one hand. “Behold my power, Maeve. Behold what I grapple with in the deep dark, what prowls under my skin.” Celaena exhaled a breath and extinguished each and every flame in the

— Sarah J. Maas

Elena peered in the mirror—and stopped dead. The somewhat shorter hair was the least of the changes. She was now flushed with color, her eyes bright and clear, and though she'd regained the weight she'd lost during that winter, her face was leaner. A woman—a woman was smiling back at her, beautiful for every scar and imperfection and mark of survival, beautiful for the fact that the smile was real, and she felt it kindle the long-slumbering joy in her heart.

— Sarah J. Maas

Elena?” Sam asked into the dark. “Should I worry about going to sleep?” She blinked, then laughed under her breath. At least Sam took her threats somewhat seriously.

— Sarah J. Maas

Even when this world is a forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will love you.

— Sarah J. Maas

Every gift comes with a price.” I frowned, and he grinned. “A kiss.”“Absolutely not!” But my blood raced, and I had to clench my hands in the grass to keep from touching him. “Don’t you think it puts me at a disadvantage to not be able to see all this?”“I’m one of the High FAE—we don’t give anything without gaining something from it.” To my own surprise, I said, “Fine.” He blinked, probably expecting me to have fought a little harder. I hid my smile and sat up so that I faced him, our knees touching as we knelt in the grass.“What about your part of the bargain?”“What?” He leaned closer, his smile turning wicked. “What about my kiss?” I grabbed his fingers. “Here,” I said, and slammed my mouth against the back of his hand. “There’s your kiss.

— Sarah J. Maas

Everyone sounded the same when they died.

— Sarah J. Maas