Throne of Glass (Throne of Glass #0.1–0.5, 1–7)

by Sarah J. Maas

she knew that a life with Arobynn, with a new name that no one would recognize but someday everyone would fear, was a chance to start over.

“Wasn’t learning to lose gracefully part of your training?” “No,” she said sourly. “Arobynn told me that second place was just a nice title for the first loser.”

“You’re going to hit the left wall,” he said, crossing his arms. “I’m going to hit you in the head if you don’t shut up.”

“You’re remarkably judgmental.” “What’s the point in having a mind if you don’t use it to make judgments?”

The snowflakes sparkled and shimmered beyond the glass panes of the window, twirling and weaving as they flew to the ground in a waltz that was beyond human comprehension.

“We all bear scars, Dorian. Mine just happen to be more visible than most.

she threw her arms around his neck and held him tightly. He straightened, but she crushed her body into his, even though it still aggravated her wounds to do so. Then, after a moment, his arms wrapped around her, keeping her close to him, so close that as she shut her eyes and breathed him in, she couldn’t tell where he ended and she began.

“I’m saying that in four years, I’m going to be free, and I’ve never been free in my entire life.”