Kaelie

“Your arm is shot, Sorrengail,” Tynan hisses, his face pale and sweaty. “I’m used to functioning in pain, asshole. Are you?” I raise the dagger in my right hand just to prove that I can despite the blood that runs down my arm and drips from the tip of my blade, saturating the wrap across my palm. My gaze drops meaningfully to his side.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Hope is a fickle, dangerous thing. It steals your focus and aims it toward the possibilities instead of keeping it where it belongs—on the probabilities.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Seconds crawled by, turning into minutes that felt like hours. I must have checked my watch a thousand times, whereas the man sitting opposite me sprawled in his seat, his finger resting near the trigger of his assault rifle, eyes half-closed. Although I’d bet if anything happened, he’d go from zero to a hundred in the time it took me to blink. For him, this was just his job, whereas for me, it was my life. She was my life. And it had taken her being snatched for me to realize how much I loved her.”
― Tracie Delaney, Wrecked by You

“Going for blood today, are we, Violence?"
"My name is Violet."
"I think my version fits you better.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing