Clarissa

“The cold of the gaps between stars, the cold of a world before light.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Silver Flames

“Keep reaching out your hand.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Gwyn whispered, “I am the rock against which the surf crashes.” Nesta straightened at the words, as if they were a prayer and a summons. Gwyn lifted the blade. “Nothing can break me.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Silver Flames

“I am the rock against which the surf crashes.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames