Sarah J. Maas

The best lies were always mixed with truth.

He gripped her hard, forcing her to meet his eyes as he snarled, I see you. I see every part of you. And I am not afraid.I will not be afraid.A line in the burning brightness.My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius . . .And I will not be afraid.

So I’m your huntress and thief? His hands slid down to cup the backs of my knees as he said with a roguish grin, You are my salvation, Feyre.

It had filled my time - given me quiet, steadfast company with those characters, who did not exist and never would, but somehow made me feel less ... alone.

And I wondered if love was too weak a word for what he felt, what he’d done for me. For what I felt for him.

Some things you hear with your ears. Others, you hear with your heart.

I was burning through books every day - stories about people and places I'd never heard of. They were perhaps the only thing that kept me from teetering into utter despair.

Say it, I gritted out.The High Lord of the Night Court is your mate.

I love you,’ he whispered, and kissed my brow. ‘Thorns and all.

If you were going to die, I was going to die with you. I couldn't stop thinking it over and over as you screamed, as I tried to kill her: you were my mate my mate my mate.

We need hope, or else we cannot endure.

I threw myself into that fire, threw myself into it, into him, and let myself burn.

I'm not married, he said softly, because I can't stomach the idea of marrying a woman inferior to me in mind and spirit. It would mean the death of my soul.