Where are you going?He looked over his shoulder at me. If I stay, you won’t get any sleep.Stay, I said. I promise to keep my hands to myself. Lie—such an outright lie.He gave me a half smile that told...
The gods had vanished, her mother had once claimed. But had they? Had it been some god who had visited tonight, clothed in the skin of a battered young woman? Or had it merely been their distant whisp...
They joined hands.So the world ended.And the next one began.
It's already ended badly. Now it's just a matter of deciding how we meet the consequences.
He opened his mouth, but stopped as he beheld her smile. Though she had no regrets about her choice, she felt something strangely like disappointment when he said, As you wish.
Would you like me to grovel with gratitude for bringing me here, High Lord?Ah. The Suriel told you nothing important, did it?That smile of his sparked something bold in my chest. He also said that you...
Nehemia was gone. That vibrant, fierce, loving soul; the princess who had been called the Light of Eyllwe; the woman who had been a beacon of hope—just like that, as if she were no more than a wisp of...
As she walked through the foggy streets toward the ramshackle docks, Celaena had prayed Yrene Towers wasn't foolish enough to tell anyone—especially the innkeeper—about the money. Prayed Yrene Towers...
Alone in my bedroom, I realized I couldn't remember the last time I'd truly laughed.
Gods or fate or just pure coincidence and kindness, it was a gift. This was a gift. The world was wide-open—wide-open and hers for the taking, if she dared. She could go to Antica, attend the Torre Ce...
When Sam had died, she had tucked him into her heart, tucked him alongside her other beloved dead, whose names she kept so secret she sometimes forgot them. But Nehemia—Nehemia wouldn't fit. It was as...
That was your forest. Where you hunted. He came closer to the painting, gazing at the bleak, empty cold, the white and gray and brown and black. This was your life, he clarified.I was too mortified, t...
Maybe I'd always been broken and dark inside. Maybe someone who've been born whole and good would have put down the ash dagger and embraced death rather than what lay before me.
Get. Up. Her mouth tightened. You want to die in this war so badly, then get up.
Thank you for the oil, he added. My skin was a little dry.
Not consort, not wife. Feyre is High Lady of the Night Court. My equal in every way; she would wear my crown, sit on a throne beside mine. Never sidelined, never designated to breeding and parties and...
If he hadn’t been kissing me, if he hadn’t shown up and interrupted us, I would have gone out into that throne room covered in smudged paint. And everyone—especially Amarantha—would have known what I’...
What is it like? Manon asked quietly. 'To love.' 'It was like dying a little every day. It was like being alive, too. It was joy so complete it was pain. It destroyed me and unmade me and forged me. I...
Say that you don’t love him! Amarantha shrieked, and the blood on my hands became the blood of that rabbit—became the blood of what I had lost.But I wouldn’t say it. Because loving Tamlin was the only...
My name is Celaena Sardothien, she whispered, and I will not be afraid.