If it grieves you, he said, the words caressing my bones, then I don't think it's absurd at all.
I found him carefully studying me, his lips in a thin line. Has anyone ever taken care of you? he asked quietly.No. I’d long since stopped feeling sorry for myself about it.
He chuckled. Even as he said my most private thoughts, even as I burned with outrage and shame, I trembled at the grip still on my mind. Rhysand turned to the High Lord. I'm curious: Why did she wonde...
Aelin sighed. 'This place has been shut down for months, and yet I swear I can still hear the music floating in the air.'
Rhys casually released me with a flick of his tongue over my bottom lip as a crowd of High Fae appeared behind Amarantha and chimed in with her laughter. Rhysand gave them a lazy, self-indulgent grin...
Nehemia stared at him for a long moment before nodding. You have power in you, Prince. More power than you realize. She touched his chest, tracing a symbol there, too, and some of the court ladies gas...
If Feyre can't be bothered to listen to orders, then I can't be held accountable for the consequences.Accountable? I sputtered, placing my hands flat on the table. You cornered me in the hall like a w...
For a heartbeat, the silence peeled back long enough for that question to worm its way into her skull, into her skin, into her breath and bones. And in the dark, she remembered.
Well, I'm late for something incredibly important, Lucien said, and before I could call him on his outright lie or beg him to stay, the fox-masked faerie vanished.
The stag’s enormous head turned slightly—toward the wagon, toward the small window.The Lord of the North.So the people of Terrasen will always know how to find their way home, she’d once told Ansel as...
The prince inside her did not notice when she began to nibble at himBit by bit, she stole morsels of the otherworldly creature that had taken her body for its skin, who did such despicable things with...
Some night soon, I'll sneak back in here and we can eat chocolates until we vomit.We're such refined, genteel ladies.Please, Lysandra said, waving a manicured hand, you and I are nothing but wild beas...
I threw myself into that fire, threw myself into it, into him, and let myself burn.
I needed not to be dead when I agreed.You needed not to be alone.
I love my people, and my family. Do not think I won't become a monster to keep them protected.
His tunic was unbuttoned at the top, and he ran a hand through his blue-black hair before he wordlessly slumped against the wall across from me and slid to the floor.What do you want? I demanded.A mom...
Feyre, he said--softly enough that I faced him again. Why? He tilted his head to the side. You dislike our kind on a good day. And after Andras . . . Even in the darkened hallway, his usual bright eye...
I glanced at my mate- the male who had always presented me with a choice not as a gift, but as my own gods-given right.
The choice of how our people's future shall be shaped is yours, Manon told each of the witches assembled, all the Blackbeaks who might fly off to war and never return. But I will tell you this. Her ha...
She was a wolf. She was death, devourer of the worlds.