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“Tiny coils of tension formed in my stomach. Part of me wanted to be reminded of what I surely had not forgotten. Thank the gods, the smarter, logical part of me won out. "There was nothing worth remembering."

"Now you insult me after throwing a dagger at my face? You've wounded my tender feelings.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash

“With my sword and with my life, I vow to keep you safe, Penellaphe,” he spoke, voice deep and smooth, reminding me of rich, decadent chocolate. “From this moment until the last moment, I am yours.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash

“You're an absolutely stunning, murderous little creature.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash

“I’m the Maiden, Hawke,” I reminded him – or myself, I wasn’t sure.
“And I don’t care.”
My eyes flew open in shock. “I can’t believe you just said that.”
“I did. And I’ll say it again. I don’t care what you are.” Hawke’s hand slid off my back. A moment later, I felt his palm flatten against my cheek with unerring accuracy. “I care about who you are.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash