Throne of Glass Quotes

“Can I be honest with you?" Chaol leaned closer, and Celaena leaned to meet him as he whispered: "You sound like a raving lunatic.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“Hello, princeling,” she said, her voice bedroom-soft and full of glorious death. “Hello, witchling,” he said. And the words were his own.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“I’ll bleed whatever color you tell me to.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“Hearth to hearth, the Flame of War went. Over snow-blasted mountains and amongst the trees of tangled forests, hiding from the enemies that prowled the skies. Through long, bitterly cold nights where the wind howled as it tried to wipe out any trace of that flame. But the wind did not succeed, not against the flame of the queen. So hearth to hearth, it went. To remote villages where people screamed and scattered as a young-faced woman descended from the skies on a broom, waving her torch high. Not to signal them, but the few women who did not run. Who walked toward the flame, the rider, as she called out, “Your queen summons you to war. Will you fly?” Trunks hidden in attics were thrown open. Folded swaths of red cloth pulled from within. Brooms left in closets, beside doorways, tucked under beds, were brought out, bound in gold or silver or twine. And swords—ancient and beautiful—were drawn from beneath floorboards, or hauled down from haylofts, their metal shining as bright and fresh as the day they had been forged in a city now lying in ruin. Witches, the townsfolk whispered, husbands wide-eyed and disbelieving as the women took to the skies, red cloaks billowing. Witches amongst us all this time. Village to village, where hearths that had never once gone fully dark blazed in answer. Always one rider going out, to find the next hearth, the next bastion of their people. Witches, here amongst us. Witches, now going to war. A rising tide of witches, who took to the skies in their red cloaks, swords strapped to their backs, brooms shedding years of dust with each mile northward. Witches who bade their families farewell, offering no explanation before they kissed their sleeping babes and vanished into the starry night. Mile after mile, across the darkening world, the call went out, ceaseless and unending as the eternal flame that passed from hearth to hearth. “Fly, fly, fly!” they shouted. “To the queen! To war!” Far and wide, through snow and storm and peril, the Crochans flew.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“Hello, witchling.” Some ancient, predatory part of her awoke at the half smile. It sat up, cocking its ears toward him. Not a whiff of fear. Interesting. Manon purred back, “Hello, princeling.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“But would you bleed red, or black?” “I’ll bleed whatever color you tell me to.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius … And I will not be afraid.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“So she whispered it to herself, one last time. The story. Her story. Once upon a time, in a land long since burned to ash, there lived a young princess who loved her kingdom …”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“It was an effort to lift a brow as he came close enough to kiss her”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“She glared. “I hate women like that. They’re so desperate for the attention of men that they’d willingly betray and harm members of their own sex. And we claim men cannot think with their brains! At least men are direct about it.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“We’re such refined, genteel ladies.” “Please,” Lysandra said, waving a manicured hand, “you and I are nothing but wild beasts wearing human skins. Don’t even try to deny it.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, heir of fire, beloved of Mala Light-Bringer, and rightful Queen of Terrasen,”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“We came,” Manon said, loud enough that all on the city walls could hear, “to honor a promise made to Aelin Galathynius. To fight for what she promised us.” Darrow said quietly, “And what was that?” Manon smiled then. “A better world.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“You do not fear.
You do not falter.
You do not yield.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“to get through it … I have to believe it’s better. Somewhere, it’s better than this.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“But Aelin Galathynius is alive. And I hear that she has a score to settle.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“The woman—female was Fae.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“You wanted a demonstration,” Celaena said quietly. Sweat trickled down her back, but she gripped the magic with everything she had. “One thought from me, and your city will burn.” “It is stone,” Maeve snapped. Celaena smiled. “Your people aren’t.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass eBook Bundle

“Aelin is my heart.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“Hours later, the King of Adarlan stood at the back of the dungeon chamber as his secret guards dragged Rena Goldsmith forward. The butcher’s block at the center of the room was already soaked with blood. Her companion’s headless corpse lay a few feet away, his blood trickling toward the drain in the floor. Perrington and Roland stood silent beside the king, watching, waiting. The guards shoved the singer to her knees before the stained stone. One of them grabbed a fistful of her red-gold hair and yanked, forcing her to look at the king as he stepped forward. “It is punishable by death to speak of or to encourage magic. It is an affront to the gods, and an affront to me that you sang such a song in my hall.” Rena Goldsmith just stared at him, her eyes bright. She hadn’t struggled when his men grabbed her after the performance or even screamed when they’d beheaded her companion. As if she’d been expecting this. “Any last words?” A queer, calm rage settled over her lined face, and she lifted her chin. “I have worked for ten years to become famous enough to gain an invitation to this castle. Ten years, so I could come here to sing the songs of magic that you tried to wipe out. So I could sing those songs, and you would know that we are still here—that you may outlaw magic, that you may slaughter thousands, but we who keep the old ways still remember.” Behind him, Roland snorted. “Enough,” the king said, and snapped his fingers. The guards shoved her head down on the block. “My daughter was sixteen,” she went on. Tears ran over the bridge of her nose and onto the block, but her voice remained strong and loud. “Sixteen, when you burned her. Her name was Kaleen, and she had eyes like thunderclouds. I still hear her voice in my dreams.” The king jerked his chin to the executioner, who stepped forward. “My sister was thirty-six. Her name was Liessa, and she had two boys who were her joy.” The executioner raised his ax. “My neighbor and his wife were seventy. Their names were Jon and Estrel. They were killed because they dared try to protect my daughter when your men came for her.” Rena Goldsmith was still reciting her list of the dead when the ax fell.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“And Chaol hadn’t once doubted her story as he inquired about her mission. She couldn’t quite decide if that made her feel smug”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“Her Majesty,” Nesryn said drily, “killed a great number of the king’s men, the owners and investors of the hall, and took it upon herself to wreck the place. They won’t be open again anytime soon.” Gods above. “Do they know it was the King’s Champion?” “No. But I thought I should warn you. I bet she had a reason for doing it.” Maybe. Maybe not. “You’ll find that she tends to do what she wants, when she wants, and doesn’t ask for permission first.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“Had it been let in during the Valg wars, when demons had opened and closed portals to another world at will?”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“The king I wish to be is the opposite of what you are. He gave Maeve a smile. And there is only one witch who will be my queen.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“Fenrys just turned to the queen. “If I tell you he’s a prick and a miserable bastard to be around, will it change your mind?” Lorcan snarled, but Aelin snorted. “Isn’t that why we love Lorcan, though?” She gave him a smile that told Lorcan she remembered every detail of their initial encounters in Rifthold—when he’d shoved her face-first into a brick wall. Aelin said to Fenrys, “We’ll only invite him to Orynth on holidays.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“Rowan traced his thumb over her mouth. “Even if Maeve had kept me enslaved, I would have fought her. Every day, every hour, every breath.” He kissed her softly and said onto her lips, “I would have fought for the rest of my life to find a way to return to you again. I knew it the moment you emerged from the Valg’s darkness and smiled at me through your flames.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“You look like shit," Lysandra said to Aelin. Then she remembe Evangeline, who stared at her wide-eyed, and winced. "Sorry."

Evangeline refolded her napkin in her lap, every inch the dainty land of her ove queen. "You said I'm not to use such language-and yet you do."

"I can curse," Lysandra said as Aelin suppressed a smile, "because I'm older, and I know when it's most effective. And right now our friend looks like absolute shit.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass Series: Queen of Shadows, Crown of Midnight, Throne of Glass, The Assassin's Blade, Heir of Fire, Empire of Storms, Kingdom of Ash, Tower of Dawn

“I am going, Rowan. I will gather the rest of my court—our court—and then we will raise the greatest army the world has ever witnessed. I will call in every favor, every debt owed to Celaena Sardothien, to my parents, to my bloodline. And then …” She looked toward the sea, toward home. “And then I am going to rattle the stars.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“It’s hard to love one another, when we will one day contend with each other. Love cannot exist without trust.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“Thank you for the oil,” he added. “My skin was a little dry.” Arobynn blinked—as much surprise as he’d show. It took her a moment to process what Rowan had said, and to realize that the almond smell hadn’t just been coming from her. He’d worn it, too.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass