Jennifer Renson quote: There is no apology for passion

Source: Kingdom of Ash

“How can I take away somebody who means the world to someone else? Even if she is my enemy.”

Rowan Whitethorn Aelin Galathynius Manon Blackbeak Asterin

Source: Queen of Shadows

“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.”

Celaena Sardothien Rowan Whitethorn Manon Blackbeak Asterin

Book:Queen of Shadows

Source: Queen of Shadows

“The sunlight gilded the balcony as Asterin whispered, so softly that only Manon could hear, “Bring my body back to the cabin.” Something in Manon's chest broke—broke so violently that she wondered if it was possible for no one to have heard it.”

Manon Blackbeak Asterin Pg162

Book:Empire of Storms

Source: Empire of Storms

“This is what happens when you break with one life to live another–it causes a doubling. Knowing eleven at night here is seven in the morning there. Some part of you is always in conversation with that other self.”

Time Doubling Pg 6

Book:Thirst for Salt

Source: Thirst for Salt

“Bring our people home, Manon.”

Asterin

Book:Kingdom of Ash

Source: Kingdom of Ash

“A merchant came by a few years ago—he told me there was a mortal High King who had set himself up there. But I heard a whisper on the wind recently that said he'd been deposed by a young woman with wine-red hair who now calls herself their High Queen.”

Asterin Pg325 Western Wastes

Book:Heir of Fire

Source: Heir of Fire

“When the next great epidemic does come, maps will be as crucial as vaccines in our fight against the disease. But again, the scale of the observation will have broadened considerably: from a neighborhood to an entire planet.”

Outbreak

Book:The Ghost Map

Source: The Ghost Map

“Bisag gamay, basta kanunay." (Regardless of how small, do so always.)”

Bisaya Cebuano

Author:Cebuano saying

“UNDERBELLY Wouldbelove, do not think of me as a whetstone until you hear the whole story: In it, I’m not the hero, but I’m not the villain either so let’s say, in the story, I was human and made of human-things: fear and hands, underbelly and blade. Let me say it plain: I loved someone and I failed at it. Let me say it another way: I like to call myself wound but I will answer to knife. Sometimes I think we have the same name, Notquitelove. I want to be soft, to say here is my underbelly and I want you to hold the knife, but I don’t know what I want you to do: plunge or mercy. I deserve both. I want to hold and be held. Let me say it again, Possiblelove: I’m not sure you should. The truth is: If you don’t, I won’t die of want or lonely, just time. And not now, not even soon. But that’s how every story ends eventually. Here is how one might start: Before. The truth? I’m not a liar but I close my eyes a lot, Couldbelove. Before, I let a blade slide itself sharp against me. Look at where I once bloomed red and pulsing. A keloid history. I have not forgotten the knife or that I loved it or what it was like before: my unscarred body visits me in dreams and photographs. Maybelove, I barely recognize it without the armor of its scars. I am trying to tell the truth: the dreams are how I haunt myself. Maybe I’m not telling the whole story: I loved someone and now I don’t. I can’t promise to leave you unscarred. The truth: I am a map of every blade I ever held. This is not a dream. Look at us now: all grit and density. What, Wouldbelove do you know of knives? Do you think you are a soft thing? I don’t. Maybe the truth is: Both. Blade and guard. My truth is: blade. My hands on the blade; my hands, the blade; my hands carving and re-carving every overzealous fibrous memory. The truth is: I want to hold your hands because they are like mine. Holding a knife by the blade and sharpening it. In your dreams, how much invitation to pierce are you? Perhapslove, the truth is: I am afraid we are both knives, both stones, both scarred. Or we will be. The truth is: I have made fire before: stone against stone. Mightbelove, I have sharpened this knife before: blade against blade. I have hurt and hungered before: flesh against flesh. I won’t make a dull promise.”

Want Love Melancholy Yearning Scars Wound Knife Hearbreak Almost Romance

Author:Nicole Homer

Quote by Jennifer Renson

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