Ilaaf Irfan

“It's a shame about the c-c-cut on his face," Tipp said.
"Why's that?" Kiva murmured only half-listening.
"It'll ruin his pretty face."
"Pretty face or not, he's still a man, Tipp."
"So?"
"So", Kiva said, "most men are pigs".
"I'm a man. I'm not a p-pig."
"You're still young", Kiva returned. "Give it time.”
― Lynette Noni, The Prison Healer

“Elide said quietly, “Marion was my mother’s name. She died defending Aelin Galathynius from her assassin. My mother bought Aelin time to run—to get away so she could one day return to save us all. My uncle, Vernon, watched and smiled as my father, the Lord of Perranth, was executed outside our castle. Then he took my father’s title and lands and home. And for the next ten years, my uncle locked me in the highest tower of Perranth Castle, with only my nursemaid for company. When I broke my foot and ankle, he did not trust healers enough to let them treat it. He kept bars on the tower windows to keep me from killing myself, and shackled my ankles to keep me from running. I left for the first time in a decade when he shoved me into a prison wagon and dragged me down to Morath. There, he made me work as a servant—for the humiliation and terror he delights in. I planned and dreamed of escaping every day. And when the time came … I took my chance. I did not know about the ilken, had only heard rumors of fell things being bred in the mountains beyond the Keep. I have no lands, no money, no army to offer Aelin Galathynius. But I will find her—and help her in whatever way I can. If only to keep just one girl, just one, from ever enduring what I did.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Empire of Storms

“Hope was a drug and Kiva, an addict.”
― Lynette Noni, The Prison Healer

“So you’re right, you don’t need me fighting your battles. But if you’ll let me, I’d like to be standing beside you as you fight them.”
― Lynette Noni, The Prison Healer