You cannot pick and choose what parts of her to love. Just as you cannot pick which parts of me you accept.
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Sarah J. Maas
Sarah Janet Maas (born 5 March 1986) is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling American fantasy author. Her debut novel, Throne of Glass, was published in 2012 by Bloomsbury. 2Life and career Sarah Janet Maas was born on March 5, 1986 in New York City, New York. She attended Hamilton College in Clinton, New York, where she majored in creative writing and minored in religious studies, graduating Magna Cum Laude in 2008. She is married and lives in Pennsylvania. Maas is a writer of young adult science fiction and fantasy literature. Maas began writing what would become her debut novel, Throne of Glass, when she was sixteen years old. After writing several chapters of the novel (then titled Queen of Glass), she posted them on FictionPress.com, where it was one of the most popular stories on the site. It was later removed from the site when she decided to try to publish the novel. In 2008 Maas started sending the story to agents before finding one in 200
You cannot pick and choose what parts of her to love. Just as you cannot pick which parts of me you accept.
There was never absolute good or absolute evil.
...alone, yet surrounded by thousands
It was knowledge that could change everything. It could change the world.
He had lost her. And she would never, in a thousand lifetimes, let him in again.
The kiss obliterated her. It was like coming home or being born or suddenly finding an entire half of herself that had been missing.
Perhaps there was an unstoppable magic inherent in music and art.
It was what she’d realized last night: she did have someone left—one friend. And there was nothing she wouldn’t do to keep him safe.
Do not let that light go out.
There was a time when people valued honor and loyalty—when serving a ruler wasn't about obedience and fear.
He'd loved her so much that she still felt the echoes of it, even now.
It was hard to care...Incredibly hard to care, when you didn’t have anyone left to care about.
Perhaps the world would never be perfect, perhaps some things would never be right, but maybe she stood a chance of finding her own sort of peace and freedom.
I can't tell if I should be ashamed of wanting to hold you on this day, or grateful that, despite what happened before now, it somehow brought me to you.
Let them tremble in fear at what they had awoken.
Everyone sounded the same when they died.
'I think... I think I'm happy for me, too.' And she was. For the first time in years, she was truly happy.