Aurora Andresen Klevstuen

“Then, since you have never even been part of a super-tournament, what makes you qualified to be here today? Why you and not someone else?” I swallow. “I just . . .” Nothing. I got lucky. It’s a mistake. I’m not good enough and— “Man”—Nolan snorts into the mic—“she literally won the qualifying tournament to be here. Keep up, will you?”
― Ali Hazelwood, Check & Mate

“Kel ran. He raced over the uneven ground at top speed, desperate to catch up to the others. He plunged down the ancient stairs as bright pinpoints of light exploded in the darkness all around him. Something whistled through the air, past Kel’s ear; it hurtled into the trunk of a dwarf pine tree, where it blazed like a miniature star
“What’s going on?” Merren yelled as Kel caught up to him; Jerrod and Ji-An were there as well, just ahead. Kel shoved the amulet into his pocket, almost tripping as his boot landed in a tide pool with a splash.
“People are shooting flaming arrows at us!” Kel shouted back. His boots were skidding on the wet stone. He twisted to the side, trying to right his center of gravity. Ji-An had an arrow in her hand and was struggling to notch it to her bow as she ran.
“I know that!” Merren yelled. “It was a rhetorical question!”
“Shut up, the both of you!” called Ji-An, and let an arrow fly.”
― Cassandra Clare, The Ragpicker King

“I want a different life than the one I have.”
― Cassandra Clare, The Ragpicker King

“Did you guys break up?” she asks. “What’d he do?” “He . . . lied to me.” “Ah, yes. Lying. Something you’d never stoop to.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Check & Mate