Quotes From "Queen Of Shadows" By Sarah J. Maas

Aelin took a step forward. One step, as if in a daze. She loosed a shuddering breath, and a small, whimpering noise came out of her - a sob. And then she was sprinting down the alley, flying as though the winds themselves pushed at her heels. She flung herself on the male, crashing into him hard enough that anyone else might have gone rocking back into the stone wall. But the male grabbed her to him, his massive arms wrapping around her tightly and lifting her up. Nesryn made to approach, but Aedion stopped her with a hand on her arm. Aelin was laughing as she cried, and the male was just holding her, his hooded head buried in her neck. As if he were breathing her in." Who is that?" Nesryn asked. Aedion smiled. "Rowan. Sarah J. Maas

I want to take my time with you - to learn … every inch of you. And this apartment has very, very thin walls. I don’t want to have an audience” he added as he leaned down again, brushing his mouth over the cut at the base of her throat, “when I make you moan, Aelin. Sarah J. Maas

She was famous, and she was insane. Her voice soared out over the audience, holding them spellbound and enraptured, delivering their hopes and fears tangled in chords and rhythm. They called her an angel, her voice a gift. She was famous, and she was a liar. Dianne Sylvan

The winds shifted, and Abraxos rode them, rising higher into the sky, the darkened kingdom below passing by in a blur. Changing winds–a changing world. Perhaps a changing Thirteen, too. And herself. She didn't know what to make of it, But Manon hoped they'd all survive it. She hoped. Sarah J. Maas

I will protect you, " she promised the Bosendorfer inside. "I won't let you down." Sophie gave her a quizzical look." Bastards better not hurt my piano, " Miranda replied." That's what you're worried about right now? What about your boyfriend? Dianne Sylvan

It was not the sorrowful, lovely piece she had once played for Dorian, and it was not the light, dancing melodies she'd played for sport; it was not the complex and clever pieces she had played for Nehemia and Chaol. This piece was a celebration–a reaffirmation of life, of glory, of the pain and beauty in breathing. Perhaps that was why she'd gone to hear it performed every year, after so much killing and torture and punishment: as a reminder of that she was, of what she struggled to . Sarah J. Maas

Kaltain just squeezed Elide’s fingers. “You find Celaena Sardothien. Give her this. No one else. No one else. Tell her that you can open any door, if you have the key. And tell her to remember her promise to me–to punish them all. When she asks why, tell her I said that they would not let me bring the cloak she gave me, but I kept a piece of it. To remember that promise she made. To remember to repay her for a warm cloak in a cold dungeon. . Sarah J. Maas

To save the queen who held his heart in her scarred hands. Sarah J. Maas

Oh, thank the gods. Now I can talk to someone about clothes without being asked how so-and-so would approve of it, or gobble down a box of chocolates without someone telling me I’d better watch my figure–tell me you like chocolates. You do, right? I remember stealing a box from your room once when you were out killing someone. They were delicious.” Aelin waved a hand toward the boxes of goodies on the table. “You brought chocolate–as far as I’m concerned, you’re my new favorite person. Sarah J. Maas

I heard a story, " Aedion drawled to Rowan, "that you killed an enemy warlord using a table." "Please, "Aelin said. "Who the hell told you that?"" Quinn-your uncle's Captain of the Guard. He was an admirer of Prince Rowan's. He knew all the stories." Aelin slid her eyes to Rowan, who smirked, bracing his sparring stick on the floor. "You can't be serious, " she said. "What-you squashed him to death like a pressed grape? . Sarah J. Maas

Having Aelin help him the first time had been awkward enough that he couldn’t even go until she started singing a bawdy tune at the top of her lungs and turned on the sink faucet, all the while helping him stand over the toilet. Sarah J. Maas

Are you ashamed of what I've done?" she dared to ask. His brow creased. "Why would you ever think that?" She couldn't quite look him in the eye as she ran a finger down the blanket. "Are you?" Aedion was silent long enough that she lifted her head - but found him gazing toward the door, as though he could see through it, across the city, to the captain. When he turned to her, his handsome face was open - soft in a way she doubted many ever saw. "Never, " he said. "I could never be ashamed of you. . Sarah J. Maas

They’d been forged of the same ore, two sides of the same golden, scarred coin. She’d know it when she spied him atop the execution plataform. She couldn’t explain it. No one could understand that instant bond, that soul-deep assurance and rightness, unless they, too, had experienced it. But she owned no explanations to anyone - not about Aedion. Sarah J. Maas

They joined hands. So the world ended. And the next one began. Sarah J. Maas

But they held tighter to each other, past and present and future; flickering between an ancient hall in a mountain castle perched above Orynth, a bridge suspended between glass towers, and another place, perfect and strange, where they had been crafted from stardust and light. A wall of night knocked them back. But they could not be contained. The darkness paused for breath. They erupted. Sarah J. Maas

Ten years of shadows, but no longer. Light up the darkness, Magesty. Sarah J. Maas

She kept her stare locked on his as she let go of his face and slowly, making sure he understood every step of the way, tilted her head back until her throat was arched and bared before him." Aelin, " he breathed. Not in reprimand or warning, but.. a plea. It sounded like a plea. He lowered his head to her exposed neck and hovered a hair's breath away. She arched her neck farther, a silent invitation. Rowan let out a soft groan and grazed his teeth against her skin. One bite, one movement, was all it would take for him to rip out her throat. His elongated canines slid along her flesh-gently, precisely. She clenched the sheets to keep from running her fingers down on his bare back and drawing him closer. He braced one hand beside her head, his fingers twining in her hair." No one else, " she whispered. "I would never allow anyone else at my throat." Showing him was the only way he'd understand that trust, in a manner that only the predatory, Fae side of him would comprehend. "No one else, " she said again. He let out another low groan, answer and confirmation and request, and the rumble echoed inside her. Carefully, he closed his teeth over the spot where her lifeblood thrummed and pounded, his breath hot on her skin. She shut her eyes, every sense narrowing on that sensation, on the teeth and mouth at her throat, on the powerful body trembling with restraint above hers. His tongue flicked against her skin. She made a small noise that might have been a moan, or a word, or his name. He shuddered and pulled back, the cool air kissing her neck. Wildness-pure wildness sparked in those eyes. Sarah J. Maas

This witch had been crafted from the darkness between the stars. Sarah J. Maas

Ten years of shadows, but no longer. Light up the darkness, Majesty. Sarah J. Maas

Don't be angry, Finnula had said, be smart. Sarah J. Maas

Aedion touched her shoulder. "Welcome home, Aelin."A land of towering mountains-the Stagehorns-spread before them, with valleys and rivers and hills; a land of untamed, wild beauty. Terrasen. And the smell-of pine and snow. How had she never realized that Rowan's scent was of Terrasen, of home? Rowan came close enough to graze her shoulder and murmured, "I feel as if I've been looking for this place my entire life. Sarah J. Maas

He wondered if perhaps, subconsciously, he was trying to sabotage her efforts by setting the bar too high, trying to keep her with him longer; but surely his subconscious wasn't that stupid? Dianne Sylvan

Kaltain unleashed the last of her shadowfire, tipping her face to the ceiling, toward a sky she'd never see again. She took every wall and every column. As she brought it all crashing and crumbling around them, Kaltain smiled, and at last burned herself into ash on a phantom wind. Sarah J. Maas

What about you? If I asked you .. . would you turn me?" Faith's eyes went wide. "Turn you into a vampire?"" No, turn me into a frog. Could you do it?" Faith finished her beer in one long swallow. "I might be able to, physically. But I wouldn't." Miranda had known she would say that, but still, her heart sank. "Why not?" She laughed. "Because my boss would kill me. Dianne Sylvan

Some night soon, I'll sneak back in here and we can eat chocolates until we vomit."" We're such refined, genteel ladies."" Please, " Lysandra said, waving a manicured hand, "you and I are nothing but wild beasts wearing human skins. Don't even try to deny it. Sarah J. Maas

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. Sarah J. Maas

There were many, many debts to be paid before she left Rifthold and took back her throne. Starting now. Fortunate that she was in a killing sort of mood. Sarah J. Maas

Aelin hissed, "Need I remind you Captain, that you went to Endovier and did not blink at the slaves and the mass graves? Need I remind you that I was starved and chained and you let Duke Perrington force me to the ground at Dorian's feet while you did nothing? And now you have the nerve to accuse me of not caring, when many of the people in this city have profited off the blood and misery of the very people you ignored? . Sarah J. Maas

I can't bury another friend."" You won't."" If anything ever happened to you, Rowan-""Don't" he breathed. "Don't even say it. We dealt with that enough the other night." He lifted a hand - hesitated, and then brushed back a strand of hair that had fallen across her face. His callused fingers scrapped against her cheekbone, then caressed the shell of her ear. It was foolish to even start down that road, when every other man she'd let in had left some wound, in one way or another, accidentally or not. There was nothing tender in his face. Only a predator's glittering gaze. "When we get back, " he said, "remind me to prove you wrong about every thought that just went through your head." She lifted an eyebrow. "Oh?"He gave her a sly smile that made thinking impossible. Exactly what he wanted - to distract her from the horrors of tomorrow. "I'll even let you decide how I tell you: with words"- his eyes flickered once to her mouth- "or with my teeth and tongue. Sarah J. Maas

But anyone with witch-blood in their veins was worth keeping an eye on. Or Thirteen. Sarah J. Maas

The straw-coated floor crunched beneath her boots, a cool breeze sweeping in from where the roof had been ripped half off thanks to Sorrel's bull. To keep the wyverns from feeling less caged–and so Abraxos could watch the stars, as he liked to do. Sarah J. Maas

Where will we go?"" I hear hell is particularly nice at this time of year. Sarah J. Maas

But perhaps the monsters needed to look out for each other every now and then. Sarah J. Maas

Vain until the bitter end. Sarah J. Maas

Gossip was usually a mindless distraction from a far too serious world. Dianne Sylvan