Marta Mendes

“The book,” Nesta repeated to herself, staring at her porridge, “is about a book.” She cupped her forehead in her hands. “Idiot.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Silver Flames

“I am not with you" she snapped "I am fucking you"
"The only thing fit for a bastard-born brute, right?"
"I didn't say that"
"You don't need to. You've said it a thousand times before"
"Then why did you bother cutting in at the ball?"
"Because I was fucking jealous!" he roared, wings splaying. "You looked like a queen, and it was painfully obvious that you should be with a princeling like Eris and not a low-born nothing like me! But go ahead, Nesta. Go ahead and fucking marry him and good fucking luck to you!"
"Eris is the Brute" she shot back "He is a brute and a piece of shit. And I would marry him, because I am just like him!"
The words echoed through the room.
His pained face gutted her. "I deserve Eris" Her voice cracked.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Silver Flames

“She whispered, "And I am yours." Those golden threads between their very souls shone with the words, as they formed a harp strummed by a heavenly hand.

For it was music between their souls. Always had been. And his voice was her favorite melody.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“The fates weren't dangerous because they were evil; the fates were dangerous because they couldn't tell the difference between evil and good.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart