She was the heir of ash and fire, and she would bow to no one.

You cannot pick and choose what parts of her to love.

She was the heir of ash and fire, and she would bow to no one.

I claim you, Rowan Whitethorn. I don't care what you say and how much you protest. I claim you as my friend.

We need hope, or else we cannot endure.

If you can learn to endure pain, you can survive anything. Some people learn to embrace it- to love it. Some endure it through drowning it in sorrow, or by making themselves forget. Others turn it into anger.

I hate women like that. They're so desperate for the attention of men that they'd willingly betray and harm members of their own sex