Aelin is alive.

When your people are lying dead around you, don't come crying to me...

And he looked lonely enough that she said, 'If you like, you could be my friend'.

He looked at his friend, perhaps for the last time, and said what he had always known, from the moment they’d met, when he’d understood that the prince was his brother in soul. “I love you.

There was such glittering darkness in her, an endless rift straight through her core

He'd known, since the moment he figured out who she was, that while Celaena would always pick him, Aelin would not.

She had awoken this morning and slipped the amethyst ring off her finger. It had felt liked a blessed release, a final shadow lifted from her heart.

They had survived, when so many had not. And no one ­else could understand what it was like to bear it, unless they had lost as much.

She should not remember what it was like to be free.

Why bother? Maybe the world’s not worth saving.” She knew he meant it, too. Those lifeless eyes spoke volumes.

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

This story is about love, which means that it is also about hate.

Nothing can be gained by extensive study and wide reading. Give them up immediately.

I had entered a world that no one with an evolved sense of joie de vivre would touch with a barge pole - it's called "Joining the Property Market" and it trumps war for stress!

There are times where excessive innocence seems so monstrous that it becomes hateful.

I recognize that virtually every company that comes in here has a perspective. It's often not difficult to understand why they have the perspective that they have.

I have no fear nor shrinking; I have seen death so often that it is not strange or fearful to me.

Inhumanity is caught from man, From smiling man.

Writing requires a great deal of skill, just like painting does. People don't want to learn those skills.

The blowing thing is something that you either have a predilection for or not. And I don't have that thing. It was just unsanitary. I couldn't do it. I am a complete germaphobe.

Fat people are so rarely included in visual culture that fat is perceived as a blot on the landscape of sleek and slim.