Sarah J. Maas

Libraries were full of ideas—perhaps the most dangerous and powerful of all weapons.

She wouldn't ask. Didn't want to know what manner of thing might crawl toward a fire.

There are different kinds of darkness,” Rhys said. I kept my eyes shut. “There is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the darkness that is restful.” I pictured each. “There is the darkness of lovers, and the darkness of assassins. It becomes what the bearer wishes it to be, needs it to be. It is not wholly bad or good.

My name is Celaena Sardothien,' she whispered, 'and I will not be afraid.

I think Nesta feels everything— sees too much; sees and feels it all. And she burns with it. Keeping that wall up helps from being overwhelmed, from caring too greatly.

That sounds a lot like, ’ I have more secrets that I’m going to spring on you whenever I feel like stopping your heart dead in your chest.

Lucien studied the wine in his goblet. 'You don’t hold on to power by being everyone’s friend. And among the faeries, lesser and High Fae alike, a firm hand is needed. We’re too powerful, and too bored with immortality, to be checked by anything else.

Everyone sounded the same when they died.

I have no name,' she purred. 'I'm whoever the keepers of my fate tell me to be.