" The wind whipped away the tears rolling down Nesta’s face at the sight of our father’s ships. At the sight of the ship he’d chosen to sail into battle, for the daughter who hated him for not fighting for us, who had hated him for our mother dying, for the poverty and the despair and the years lost. "

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