Again took a step forward. One step, as if in a daze. She loosed a shuddering breath, and a small, whimpering noise came out of her - a sob. And then she was sprinting down the alley, flying as though the winds themselves pushed at her heels. She flung herself on the male, crashing into him hard enough that anyone else might have gone rocking back into the stone wall. But the male grabbed her to him, his massive arms wrapping around her tightly and lifting her up. Neuron made to approach, but Audion stopped her with a hand on her arm. Aelin was laughing as she cried, and the male was just holding her, his hooded head buried in her neck. As if he were breathing her in." Who is that?" Neuron asked. Aedion smiled. "Rowan.

— Sarah J. Maas

Are you ashamed of what I've done?" she dared to ask. His brow creased. "Why would you ever think that?" She couldn't quite look him in the eye as she ran a finger down the blanket. "Are you?" Aedion was silent long enough that she lifted her head - but found him gazing toward the door, as though he could see through it, across the city, to the captain. When he turned to her, his handsome face was open - soft in a way she doubted many ever saw. "Never," he said. "I could never be ashamed of you.

— Sarah J. Maas

But the king was frowning. "I expected you a month ago." Aedion actually had the nerve to shrug. "Apologies. The Staghorn were slammed with a final winter storm. I left when I could." Every person in the hall held their breath.

— Sarah J. Maas

Having Again help him the first time had been awkward enough that he couldn’t even go until she started singing a bawdy tune at the top of her lungs and turned on the sink faucet, all the while helping him stand over the toilet.

— Sarah J. Maas

Ten years of shadows, but no longer. Light up the darkness, Majesty.

— Sarah J. Maas

That sounds a lot like,’ I have more secrets that I’m going to spring on you whenever I feel like stopping your heart dead in your chest.

— Sarah J. Maas

They’d been forged of the same ore, two sides of the same golden, scarred coin. She’d know it when she spied him atop the execution platform. She couldn’t explain it. No one could understand that instant bond, that soul-deep assurance and rightness, unless they, too, had experienced it. But she owned no explanations to anyone - not about Audion.

— Sarah J. Maas

What do you suppose,' Audion breathed, staring into the darkness, 'the people on other continents, across all those seas, think of us? Do you think they hate us or pity us for what we do to each other? Perhaps it's just as bad there. Perhaps it's worse. But to do what I have to, to get through it... I have to believe it's better. Somewhere, it's better than this.

— サラ・J・マース