Queen of Shadows (Throne of Glass, #4)

by Sarah J. Maas

“We could die any day, any hour. I don’t see a point in brooding.”

Sometimes there won’t be a right choice, just the best of several bad options.

For love was what it had been—what Asterin perhaps alone of all the Ironteeth witches had felt, had learned. “It was like dying a little every day. It was like being alive, too. It was joy so complete it was pain. It destroyed me and unmade me and forged me.

“Send me any good books that you read,” she said. “Only if you do the same.”