Heir of Fire
“The wave of impenetrable black descended, roaring as it made to devour them. Yet this was not the end – this was not her end. She had survived loss and pain and torture; she had survived slavery and hatred and despair; she would survive this, too. Because hers was not a story of darkness.”
“She was as much a queen as Maeve. She was the sovereign of a strong people and a mighty kingdom. She was the heir of ash and fire, and she would bow for no one.”
Snow Like Ashes
“I need a book that says ‘Here’s how to defeat Spring and restore power to your king, and while you’re at it, here’s how to prove you matter when no one else thinks you do—”
I stop. I’m staring at the bookshelves and not at Theron, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look at him again without shriveling up from embarrassment. … I can still hear what I said hanging around me, my weak, weak admission, and I can’t bring myself to breathe, let alone face him.
Theron doesn’t give me a choice. He crawls up onto his knees and moves into my line of sight, his forehead wrinkled and his eyes darting over mine like he’s trying to figure me out the same way he figured out that passage. After a moment of silence, he grimaces.
“You matter,” is all he says.”
“Someday we will be more than words in the dark.”