“My name is Celaena Sardothien. But it makes no difference if my name's Celaena or Lillian or Bitch, because I'd still beat you, no matter what you call me.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“If they wanted Adarlan's Assassin, they'd get her.

And Wyrd help them when she arrived.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight

“I'm not ill like that,” she groaned. He sat on her bed, peeling back the blanket. A servant entered, frowning at the mess on the floor, and shouted for help.
“Then it what way?”
“I,uh...” Her face was so hot she thought it would melt onto the floor. Oh you idiot. “My monthly cycles finally came back!”
His face suddenly matched hers and he stepped away, dragging his hand through his short hair. “I-if...Then I'll take my leave,” he stammered, and bowed. Celaena raised an eyebrow, and then, despite herself, smiled as he left the room as quick as his feet could go without running, tripping slightly in the doorway as he staggered into the rooms beyond.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“Roland gave her a courtier’s smile. “And what sort of work do you do for my uncle?
”
Dorian shifted on his feet and Chaol went very still, but Celaena returned Roland’s smile and said, “I bury the king’s opponents where nobody will ever find them.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight

“Szeth-son-son-Vallano, Truthless of Shinovar, wore white on the day he was to kill a king […] White to be bold. White to not blend into the night. White to give warning. For if you were going to assassinate a man, he was entitled to see you coming.”
― Brandon Sanderson, The Way of Kings

“He dropped the phone back onto its cradle, began to turn around and felt a sudden ice-cold furrow open up in his side. Strength drained from his legs, and a moment later he sank to his knees. There was warmth now that ran over the initial and persistent cold.

Mohammed was confused, and barely noticed the briefcase being removed from his grip. He heard the click of a cell phone opening, and a soft beeping as a number was dialed.

'The package is in my possession,' a female voice said, and the phone clicked shut.”
― R.D. Ronald, The Zombie Room

“She was a ray of sunshine, a warm summer rain, a bright fire on a cold winter’s day, and now she could be dead because she had tried to save the man she loved.”
― Grace Willows

“Words were another sword for the man who wielded them well.”
― Brent Weeks, The Way of Shadows

“I want to take my time with you - to learn … every inch of you. And this apartment has very, very thin walls. I don’t want to have an audience” he added as he leaned down again, brushing his mouth over the cut at the base of her throat, “when I make you moan, Aelin.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows

“A wet boy has a deader, an assassin has a target, because assassins sometimes miss.”
― Brent Weeks, The Way of Shadows

“Only a mind free of impediment is capable of grasping the chaotic beauty of the world. This is our greatest asset.”
― Oliver Bowden, Assassin's Creed: The Secret Crusade

“This is really good,” Donovan Caine said, attacking his third strawberry pancake. “You sound surprised,” I said. He shrugged. “I just didn’t think an assassin would be able to cook like this.” “Well, I do get lots of practice with knives. You could say I’m multitasking.” The detective froze, his fork halfway to his mouth. “I’m kidding. I enjoy cooking. It relaxes me.”
― jennifer estep, Spider's Bite

“Y’all might as well come on out,” I said. “I know you’re there. I can smell you.”
“Smell me? But I just took a shower this morning!” an indignant voice drifted out of the shadows.
There was a loud sound, like someone was getting smacked upside the head. Then another voice let out a low mutter.
“Shut up, idiot.”
― Jennifer Estep, By a Thread

“Always take the most unexpected route”
― Jennifer Estep, Widow's Web

“Fine, it’s decided.” Vain resumed his stride. “I’ll do all the killing, and you do
all the stuff that an Avun-Riah does. Whatever the hell that is.”
― Luke Romyn, The Dark Path

“Depression/The assassin inside me”
― HastyWords, Darker Side of Night

“Breggie de Kok had now brought herself to a high state of adrenalin powered tension and was ready to kill.”
― Michael Parker, The Eagle's Covenant

“You can't escape an assasin," He leaned forward, shadows swallowing his eyes. "Hangings, bumbling bureaucrats, dishonest crewman, jail - those you can talk your way out of, you try hard enough. But this kind of death is the is the only kind of death.”
― Cassandra Rose Clarke, The Assassin's Curse

“That little girl was dead and in her place stood a cold-blooded killer.”
― Reyna Pryde, Unique: A New Breed

“I will get your some clothes, a sword, and your very own assassin to join you on your quest."

"Ooh, just what I've always wanted. A man whose job title had the word ass in it not once, but two times.”
― Quinn Loftis

“Breaking into the building was easy.
Too easy for an assassin like me.”
― Jennifer Estep, Widow's Web

“Lose control
Increasing pace
Warped and bewitched
And time to erase

Whatever they say
These people are torn
Wild and bereft
Assassin is born”
― Muse

“Dr. Talbon was struck by another very important thing. It all hung together. The stories Cheryl told — even though it was upsetting to think people could do stuff like that — they were not disjointed They were not repetitive in terms of "I've heard this before". It was not just she'd someone trying consciously or unconsciously to get attention. really processed them out and was done with them. She didn't come up with them again [after telling the story once and dealing with it]. Once it was done, it was done. And I think that was probably the biggest factor for me in her believability. I got no sense that she was using these stories to make herself a really interesting person to me so I'd really want to work with her, or something. Or that she was just living in this stuff like it was her life. Once she dealt with it and processed it, it was gone. We just went on to other things. 'Throughout the whole thing, emotionally Cheryl was getting her life together. Parts of her were integrating where she could say,"I have a sense that some particular alter has folded in with some basic alter", and she didn't bring it up again. She didn't say that this alter has reappeared to cause more problems. That just didn't happen. The therapist had learned from training and experience that when real integration occurs, it is permanent and the patient moves on.”
― Cheryl Hersha, Secret Weapons: How Two Sisters Were Brainwashed to Kill for Their Country

“The reflex of fear was soon replaced with another, more useful emotion.
Rage.”
― Tara Moss, Assassin

“The cops got out of the car and came straight towards me. My first thought was, How hypocritical… They head straight for the kid all in black…”
― Bella Shadow, Assassin: The Beginning

“A short while later, as I stare down at the bodies of the six men I have just killed, I cannot help but wonder: Do I love killing? Of a certainty, I love the way my body and weapons move as one; I revel in the knowledge of where to strike for maximum impact. And of a certainty, I am good at it.”
― Robin LaFevers, Dark Triumph

“He loved his job, which allowed time to do it without comparing his performance to others'. He loved the economics of death: hastening a person's passage into the afterlife not only provided him with a good living: it gave work to coroners, beat cops, detectives, crime scene technicians, the people who made fingerprint powder and luminal and other sundry chemicals and devices - not to mention firearm, ammunition, coffin, and tissue manufacturers - obituary writers, crime reporters, novelists.”
― Robert Liparulo, Germ: If You Breathe, It Will Find You

“This is all I need: grief counselling from my own assassin.”
― Greg Egan, Axiomatic

“Breggie de Kok had now brought herself to a high state of adrenalin powered tension and was ready to kill.”
― Michael Parker

“You’ve got to be kidding. A criminal is easy to spot.” Reuben spoke to Alex
as he tied up his grieves, Alex tried to ignore his comment, but by the king
was she tired of his boasting.
“Enlighten me.” She rolled her eyes but he didn’t notice, he almost cut her off
with how quickly he answered.
“My uncle, he’s a Templar, he taught me: The tip of the tail for one, Alex.
Those are the blasphemers. The petty thieves get a finger removed for each
offence. The hand for smuggling and an ear for petty disrespect of the divine.
Then, well, indefinite jail time or execution, so you’ll never have to run into
any of those breeds on the street.” He straightened his belt rather confidently
before taking a comb to his greasy mane.
“And the ones who don’t get caught?” Alex replied.
Reuben snapped back, “hah! We always catch them in the end.” Punctuating
the conversation with his exit from the barracks.”
― Griffin Nichols