Sarah J. Maas

a promise was law; a promise was currency; a promise was your bond

“Love won’t feed a hungry belly,”

And then she would remember how it had felt to be loved, when the world had held nothing but possibility.

Rhysand knew exactly how I looked—he’d recognized me that day at the manor.

shattering the silence like a shooting star

“I’ll heal your arm in exchange for you. For two weeks every month, two weeks of my choosing, you’ll live with me at the Night Court. Starting after this messy three-trials business.”

Because,” he went on, his eyes locked with mine, “I didn’t want you to fight alone. Or die alone.”

Pity those who don’t feel anything at all

“My name is Celaena Sardothien, and I will not be afraid.”

Because I’d pick you.”
And then she kissed him.