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.

One heartbeat, I was staring after him—the next, I had my shoe in a hand.

I hurled it at him with all my strength.

The bastard-born warriors, the Illyrian half-breed, the monster trapped in a beautiful body, the dreamer born into a court of nightmares … And the huntress with an artist’s soul.

My friend through many dangers.

My lover who had healed my broken and weary soul.

My mate who had waited for me against all hope, despite all odds.

One soul in two bodies