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“But perhaps the monsters needed to look out for each other every now and then.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows

“Witches didn't need blood to survive, but humans didn't need wine, either.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“War is sanctioned murder, no matter what side you're on.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Empire of Storms

“Each of the scars, the chipped teeth and broken claws, the mutilated tail—­they ­weren’t the markings of a victim. Oh, no. They ­were the trophies of a survivor. Abraxos was a warrior who’d had all the odds stacked against him and survived. Learned from it. Triumphed.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“She wasn't fine, not even close.
But she wasn't dead.
And that was a start.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Empire of Storms

“How can I take away somebody who means the world to someone else? Even if she is my enemy.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows

“This witch had been crafted from the darkness between the stars.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows

“And Elide sobbed as Manon Blackbeak emerged, smiling faintly.
As Manon Blackbeak saw her and Aelin, knee-to-knee in the grass, and mouthed one word.

Hope.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Empire of Storms

“Why," he asked. "Why did you save her?"

She dragged a hand through her hair. [...]

"Because that golden-haired witch, Asterin ...," Aelin said. "She screamed Manon's name the way I screamed yours.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows

“You are my people. Whether my grandmother decrees it or not, you are my people, and always will be. But I will fly against you, if need be, to ensure that there is a future for those who cannot fight for it themselves. Too long have we preyed on the weak, relished doing so. It is time that we became better than our foremothers." The words she had given the Thirteen months ago. "There is a better world out there," she said again. "And I will fight for it." She turned Abraxos away, toward the plunge behind them. "Will you?”
― Sarah J. Maas, Kingdom of Ash

“The sunlight gilded the balcony as Asterin whispered, so softly that only Manon could hear, “Bring my body back to the cabin.â€�

Something in Manon's chest broke—broke so violently that she wondered if it was possible for no one to have heard it.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Empire of Storms

“A cry went up from the witches, save for the Thirteen—­who stayed cool and quiet. They did not need to cheer, for they ­were immortal and infinite and gloriously, wonderfully deadly.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“I'd hate for you to waste away into nothing. It'd be a shame to lose the most beautiful woman in the world so soon into her immortal, wicked life.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Empire of Storms

“There were few sounds she enjoyed more than the groans of dying men, but the wind was one of them.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“Aelin Galathynius looked at Manon Blackbeak over their crossed swords and let out a low, vicious snarl.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows

“The choice of how our people's future shall be shaped is yours," Manon told each of the witches assembled, all the Blackbeaks who might fly off to war and never return. "But I will tell you this." Her hands shook, and she fisted them on her thighs. "There is a better world out there. And I have seen it.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Kingdom of Ash

“Manon rose in the saddle, sliding a leg under her, body tensing to make the jump ahead. And she said to Abraxos, touching his spin, "I love you."
It was the only thing that mattered in the end. The only thing that mattered now.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Kingdom of Ash

“This witch had been crafted from the darkness between the stars.

“I think not, Prince,� she said in her midnight voice. She sniffed again, her nose crinkling slightly. “But would you bleed red, or black?�

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

“The queen looked at the nails, the teeth, and grinned.
Honestly–it was a shame that Manon had to kill her.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows

“She was indeed a bit terrified of the icy rage rippling from him as Dorian said, “Because she died. And even before she did, this world saw to it that she suffered, and was afraid, and alone. And even though no one will remember who she was, I do. I will never forget the color of her eyes, the way she smiled. And I will never forgive them for taking it away.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Empire of Storms

“Aelin Galathynius said quietly, “You never stop seeing their faces.â€�
It was only when they were rowing for the shore, spindrift soaking them, that Manon realized the queen hadn't meant the Thirteen. And Manon wondered if Aelin, too, had watched that cloak floating out to sea and thought it looked like spilled blood.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Empire of Storms

“Aelin ran for Manon, leaping over the fallen stones, her ankle wrenching on loose debris.

The island rocked with her every step, and the sunlight was scalding, as if Mala were holding that island aloft with every last bit of strength the goddess could summon in this land.

Then Aelin was upon Manon Blackbeak, and the witch lifted hate-filled eyes to her. Aelin hauled off stone after stone from her body, the island beneath them buckling.

"You're too good a fighter to kill," Aelin breathed, hooking an arm under Manon's shoulders and hauling her up. The rock swayed to the left-but held. Oh, gods. "If I die because of you, I'll beat the shit out of you in hell."

She could have sworn the witch let out a broken laugh as she got to her feet, nearly dead weight in Aelin's arms.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows

“Wrong kind of witch." - Manon Blackbeak”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“Whatever doesn’t kill me better start running.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows

“Then there was that other strange feeling that pushed and pulled at her, making her reply the scene in the mess hall again and again.

She had never known regret-not true regret, anyway.

But she regretted not knowing the Crochan's name. She regretted not knowing who the new cloak on her shoulders had belonged to-where she had come from, how she had lived.

Somehow, even though her long life had been gone for ten years...

Somehow, that regret made her feel incredibly, heavily mortal.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“Elide saw the sorrow on her face before she reached her. The dullness and pain in the golden eyes.
She went still. "Who?"
Manon's throat bobbed. "All."
All of the Thirteen. All those fierce, brilliant witches. Gone.
Elide put a hand to her heart, as if it could stop it from cracking.
But Manon closed the distance between them, and even with that grief in her battered, bloodied face, she put a hand on Elide's shoulder. In comfort.
As if the witch had learned to do such things.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Kingdom of Ash

“Your fussy nursemaid of a wyvern is fine, by the way. I don't know how you wound up with a sweet thing like that for a mount, but he's content to sprawl in the sun on the foredeck. Can't say it makes the sailors particularly happy - especially cleaning up after him."
Find somewhere safe, she'd told Abraxos. Had he somehow found the queen? Somehow known this was the only place she might stand a chance of surviving?”
― Sarah J. Maas, Empire of Storms

“She had not understood what it had been like for him to live his entire life underground, chained and beaten and crippled—until then. Until she heard that noise of undiluted, unyielding joy.
Until she echoed it, tipping her head back to the clouds around them.
They sailed over a sea of clouds, and Abraxos dipped his claws in them before tilting to race up a wind-carved column of cloud. Higher and higher, until they reached its peak and he flung out his wings in the freezing, thin sky, stopping the world entirely for a heartbeat.
And Manon, because no one was watching, because she did not care, flung out her arms as well and savored the freefall, the wind now a song in her ears, in her shriveled heart.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“We feel sorry for you.
Manon rubbed at her eyes and braced her elbows on her knees, peering into the drop below.
She would have dismissed her, wouldn't have thought twice about it, if it hadn't been for that look in Keelie's eyes as she fell, fighting with every last scrap of strength to save her Petrah. Or for Abraxos's wing, sheltering Manon against icy rain.
The wyverns were meant to kill and maim and strike terror into the hearts of their enemies. And yet . . .
And yet. Manon looked toward the star-flecked horizon, leaning her face into a warm spring breeze, grateful for the steady, solid companion lounging behind her. A strange feeling, that gratitude for his existence.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“And Manon understood in that moment that there were forces greater than obedience, and discipline, and brutality. Understood that she had not been born soulless; she had not been born without a heart.
For there were both begging her not to swing that blade.
Manon looked to the Thirteen, standing around Asterin in a half circle.
One by one, they lifted two fingers to their brows.
A murmur went through the crowd. The gesture not to honor a High Witch.
But a Witch-Queen.
There had not been a Queen of Witches in five hundred years, either among the Crochans or the Ironteeth. Not one.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Empire of Storms