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

“I’ll bleed whatever color you tell me to.”
― 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

“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

“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

“But would you bleed red, or black?” “I’ll bleed whatever color you tell me to.”
― 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

“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

“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

“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

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

“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

“But Aelin Galathynius is alive. And I hear that she has a score to settle.”
― 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

“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

“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

“Since returning from his travels, the king hadn’t seemed any different, and was just as gruff with Chaol as he’d always been. But the sudden disappearance, then returning without a single soul … There was something brewing, a cauldron that the king had journeyed to stir. Celaena somehow knew it, too.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

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

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

“Mountains. And seas,” she whispered. “So you never forget that you climbed them and crossed them. That you—only you—got yourself here.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“Who is that?” Nesryn asked. Aedion smiled. “Rowan.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“But I also think you like to suffer. You collect scars because you want proof that you are paying for whatever sins you’ve committed.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“Why can’t you be both human and Fae? Why choose at all?” “Because people always seem to demand that you be one thing or another.” “You’ve never bothered to give a damn what other people demand.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“Until then, the fact remains, Captain, that you have not picked a side because you are still a boy, and you are still afraid. Not of losing innocent lives, but of losing whatever dream it is you’re clinging to. Your prince has moved on, my queen has moved on. But you have not. And it will cost you in the end.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“The witch was beautiful, a strip of black braided leather across her brow, and she called to none of them in particular, “Where is Manon Blackbeak?”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

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

“I’ve already participated in a dozen versions of the master-disciple training saga, so why don’t we cut that horseshit, too?”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass