Queen of Shadows (Throne of Glass, #4)

by Sarah J. Maas

You do not get to pick and choose which parts of her to love, Dorian had once said to him. He’d been right. So painfully right.

She would not waste energy missing him, wishing he were here to talk everything through, or to just have the comfort of waking up beside him and knowing he existed.

“you and I are nothing but wild beasts wearing human skins.

“You can’t just toss us out. What will we do? Where will we go?” “I hear hell is particularly nice at this time of year.” “Please

He had nothing and no one, anyway. If he got the chance, he would find a way to end it. For now, this was eternity, this was birth and death and rebirth. So he drank the man’s pain, his fear, his sorrow. And he learned to like it.

“We do not look back, Chaol. It helps no one and nothing to look back. We can only go on.”

“Tell me that even if I lead us all to ruin, we’ll burn in hell together.”

“Dorian, we get to come back from this loss—from this darkness. We get to come back, and I came back for you.”