She should not remember what it was like to be free.
She knew he meant it. He’d burn the library, the city or the whole world to ashes if she asked him. It was their bond, marked by blood and scent and something else she couldn’t place. A tether as stro...
She realized that Rowan saw each of those thoughts and more as he reached into his tunic and pulled out a dagger. Her dagger. He extended it to her, it's long blade gleaming as if he'd been secretly p...
He looked at his friend, perhaps for the last time, and said what he had always known, from the moment they’d met, when he’d understood that the prince was his brother in soul. I love you.
She was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius—and she would not be afraid.
Aelin Galathynius smiled at her, hand still outreached. Get up. the princess said.Celaena reached across the earth between them and brushed her fingers against Aelin's.And arose.
She had never contemplated what it would be like--to yield control. And not have it be a weakness, but a freedom.
There is... this rage. she said This despair and hatred and rage that lives and breathes inside me. There's not sanity to it, no gentleness. It is a monster dwelling under my skin. For the past ten ye...
Why bother? Maybe the world’s not worth saving. She knew he meant it, too. Those lifeless eyes spoke volumes.
There was such glittering darkness in her, an endless rift straight through her core
You gave me the truth today, so I’ll share mine: even if it meant us being friends again, I don’t think I would want to go back to how it was before—who I was before. And this… He jerked his chin towa...