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“You collect scars because you want proof that you are paying for whatever sins you've committed. And I know this because I've been doing the same damn thing for two hundred years. Tell me, do you think you will go to some blessed Afterworld, or do you expect a burning hell? You're hoping for hell--because how could you face them in the Afterworld? Better to suffer, to be damned for eternity and--”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“As for Celaena," he said again, "you do not have the right to wish she were not what she is. The only thing you have a right to do is decide whether you are her enemy or her friend.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“Their hands clasped between them, he whispered into her ear, "I claim you, too, Aelin Galathynius.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“You didn't need a weapon at all when you were born one.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“What are you doing?”
“What?”
Emrys didn’t raise his voice as he said, “To that girl. What are you doing that makes her come in here with such emptiness in her eyes?”
“That’s none of your concern.”
Emrys pressed his lips into a tight line. “What do you see when you look at her, Prince?”
He didn’t know. These days, he didn’t know a damn thing. “That’s none of your concern, either.”
Emrys ran a hand over his weathered face. “I see her slipping away, bit by bit, because you shove her down when she so desperately needs someone to help her back up.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“Because she is dead!" She screamed the last word so loudly it burned in her throat. "Because she is dead, and I am left with my worthless life!”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“Gods, he was brilliant. Cunning and wicked and brilliant.
Even when he beat the hell out of her. Every. Damn. Day.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“...her dearest friends are characters in books.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“Witches didn't need blood to survive, but humans didn't need wine, either.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“She had lied to him. She had wanted to save lives, yes. But she had gone out there with no intention of saving her own.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“She realized that Rowan saw each of those thoughts and more as he reached into his tunic and pulled out a dagger. Her dagger. He extended it to her, it's long blade gleaming as if he'd been secretly polishing and caring for it these months.
And when she grasped the dagger, it's weight lighter than she remembered, Rowan looked into her eyes, into her very core of her, and said, 'Fireheart'.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“He would not apologize for today, or yesterday, or for any of it. And she would not ask him to, not now that she understood that in the weeks she had been looking at him it had been like gazing at a reflection. No wonder she had loathed him.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“I claim you, Rowan Whitethorn. I don't care what you say and how much you protest. I claim you as my friend.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“She was the heir of ash and fire, and she would bow to no one.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“She had awoken this morning and slipped the amethyst ring off her finger. It had felt liked a blessed release, a final shadow lifted from her heart.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“It was a long story, and sometimes she grew quiet and cried - and during those times he leaned over to wipe away her tears.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“She knew he meant it. He’d burn the library, the city or the whole world to ashes if she asked him. It was their bond, marked by blood and scent and something else she couldn’t place. A tether as strong as the one that bound her to her parents. Stronger, in some ways.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“Each of the scars, the chipped teeth and broken claws, the mutilated tail—­they ­weren’t the markings of a victim. Oh, no. They ­were the trophies of a survivor. Abraxos was a warrior who’d had all the odds stacked against him and survived. Learned from it. Triumphed.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“...it would have been nice, she supposed. It would have been nice to have one person who knew the absolute truth about her--and didn't hate her for it.
It would have been really, really nice.

She walked away without another word. With each step she took back to her room, that flickering light inside of her guttered.

And went out.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“...you and I are going to learn how to fly. And then we'll stain this kingdom red.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“Windows ­were shuttered as they passed, probably because of Rowan, who looked like nothing short of death incarnate. But he was surprisingly calm with the villagers they approached. He didn’t raise his voice, didn’t snarl, didn’t threaten. He didn’t smile, but for Rowan, he was downright cheerful.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“…Aedion Ashryer let himself be led into the darkness…
He did not mind dying.
Though he still wished he’d gotten a chance to see her—just once.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“One by one, like shadows emerging from the mist, they appeared. The faces of the people she had loved with her heart of wildfire.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“Manon told herself it was for an alliance. Told herself it was for show.

But all she could see was the unconditional love in that dying wyvern's eyes as she unbuckled her harness, stood from the saddle, and leapt off Abraxos.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“There were few sounds she enjoyed more than the groans of dying men, but the wind was one of them.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“Static cackled from the cafeteria speaker. A bored female voice come on. “Victoria Brennan, please report to the headmaster's office. Victoria Brennan to the headmaster's office.”

Classmates glanced our way. Whispers sprang up around me.

“Not good.” Shelton was reaching for his earlobe.

“Tell them you have amnesia,” Hi said. “Or dementia. Pretend you're Joan of Arc.”

“Thanks for the support, guys. If I'm not back for class, look for my body in the harbor.”

Hiram's hand flew up. “I call her iTunes collection. Shelton can have the mutt.”

“Nice.”
― Kathy Reichs, Exposure

“That's just stupid, Tory! Quit being so damn stubborn!”

“Not a chance! You've got some kind of death wish! We can't even trust our power lately. They're too erratic for a public heist.”

Ben thumped the steering wheel in frustration. “Maybe for you.”

I glowered at Ben from the backseat. I'd given Hi shotgun, having sensed this argument was inevitable. I didn't want to be close. The urge to slap might become overpowering.

“Why don't we all use our friendly words?” Hi suggested. “Let's take five, and everyone can say something we like about each other. I'll start. Shelton, you're super at——”

“Shut up, Hi!” Ben and I shouted, the first thing we'd agreed upon all morning.”
― Kathy Reichs, Exposure

“Whitney smacked Coop's snout while simultaneously pressing herself deeper into the couch. Coop fixed her with an unblinking ice-blue stare, gray-brown fur bristling along his spine.
"Tory!" Whitney squealed. "He's going to attack!"
"Maybe." I walked into the kitchen and snagged a Diet Coke from the fridge. "Try to protect your throat.”
― Kathy Reichs, Code

“Hey, check this weirdo out." Hi was inspecting a bust on the mantel. "This face is ninety percent eyebrow. What do you want to bet he owned slaves?"

Scowling to match the carving's expression, Hi spoke in a gravelly voice. "In my day, we ate the poor people. We had a giant outdoor grill, and we cooked up peasant steaks every Sunday."”
― Kathy Reichs, Code

“Ben sighed loudly. “Can you help Tory or not?”
Jason’s cool slipped a notch. “If you don’t need anything, why are you here?”
“I’m studying jerkoffs in the wild,” Ben answered dryly. “This seemed like a good chance to observe one up close.”
― Kathy Reichs, Code