Sarah J. Maas

She preferred the silence. In the silence she couldn’t hear the worst question of all: had she brought this upon herself?

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

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

“Love won’t feed a hungry belly,”

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

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

“Why should I be scared of an oversized bat who likes to throw temper tantrums?”

Rhys pinched my behind, and I clamped down on my lip to keep from yelping.

She could have sworn there was approval in the Fae Queen’s smile.

And as I do not leave these lands,