" The room behind me was dark. 'Thief,' intoned a lovely voice in the blackness...
'You have seen my twin,' the Weaver hissed softly-- with a hint of wonder. 'I smell him on you.'...
Somewhere deep in the room, I FELT her move. Felt her stand. And take a step toward me.
'What are you,' the Weaver breathed. "

― Sarah J. Maas , A Court of Wings and Ruin (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3)