"I see her slipping away, bit by bit, because you shove her down when she so desperately needs someone to help her back up."
I was his and he was mine, and we were the beginning and middle and end. We were a song that had been sung from the very first ember of light in the world.
And I realized how badly I'd been treated before, if my standards had become so low. If freedom I'd been granted felt like a privilege and not an inherent right.
"Don't feel bad for one moment about doing what brings you joy."
You do not yield.
“So call Aelin a murderer and a thief and a liar. Call her a bitch-queen and a fire-breather. But forgive me if I take it upon myself to be the judge of those things when I meet her. Which I will do.”