Empire of Storms (Throne of Glass, #5)

by Sarah J. Maas

“Life on the road isn’t much better,” Nik countered. “Ah,” Marion chimed in, “but isn’t it? A life of open skies and roads, of wandering where the wind takes you, answering to no one and nothing? A life of freedom …” She shook her head. “What more could I ask than to live a life unchecked by cages?”

“You will find, Rolfe, that one does not deal with Celaena Sardothien. One survives her.”

So true king

“The world,” Aelin said, “will be saved and remade by the dreamers, Rolfe.”

You do not face this alone; you do not decide that you are unlovable because you have powers that can save and destroy.

“I love you. There is no limit to what I can give to you, no time I need. Even when this world is a forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will love you.”

Time—she was grateful Elena had given her that stolen time. Grateful she had met them all, that she had seen some small part of the world, had heard such lovely music, had danced and laughed and known true friendship. Grateful that she had found Rowan.