Throne of Glass

by Sarah J. Maas

“Thank you so much for interfering on my behalf.” “You don’t need me to rescue you.” “It still would have been nice.” “You can fight your own battles.”

“Would you rather spar with me?” “Perhaps if we had a private lesson in your chambers,” he said smoothly. “Tonight.”

My jaw dropped on the floor

Did she know what he might have wanted to do with her if she wasn’t an assassin?

*side eye*

He couldn’t banish her heart-wrenching music from his mind, even when he burned his mother’s list of eligible maidens, even when he read a book long into the night, even when he finally fell asleep.

“I like music,” she said slowly, “because when I hear it, I … I lose myself within myself, if that makes sense. I become empty and full all at once, and I can feel the whole earth roiling around me. When I play, I’m not … for once, I’m not destroying. I’m creating.”

“What’s the point in having a mind if you don’t use it to make judgments?” “What’s the point in having a heart if you don’t use it to spare others from the harsh judgments of your mind?”