Empire of Storms (Throne of Glass, #5)

by Sarah J. Maas

But Aelin had promised herself, months and months ago, that she would not pretend to be anything but what she was. She had crawled through darkness and blood and despair—she had survived.

And Manon understood in that moment that there were forces greater than obedience, and discipline, and brutality. Understood that she had not been born soulless; she had not been born without a heart.

We were children then. We are allowed to make mistakes, to figure out who we wish to be.

“This wasn’t my plan.” “I know,” Dorian said with a half smile. “That’s why you don’t like it.”