Rhysand stared at me for long enough that I faced him.Be glad of your human heart, Feyre. Pity those who don't feel anything at all.
One by one, like shadows emerging from the mist, they appeared. The faces of the people she had loved with her heart of wildfire.
I'm trying to understand. How you could come to love a monster.Why?Her eyes were blazing as she hissed, Because it will help me understand how did the same. Is it a sickness? she demanded, Is it some...
I think Nesta feels everything— sees too much; sees and feels it all. And she burns with it. Keeping that wall up helps from being overwhelmed, from caring too greatly.
I love you, I said, and stabbed him.
He had killed his way across the world; he had gone to war and back more times than he cared to remember. And despite it all, despite the rage and despair and ice he’d wrapped around his heart, he’d s...
For across every mountain, spread beneath the green canopy of Oakwald, carpeting the entire Plain of Theralis, the kingsflame was blooming.
You will keep other people out of it! she screamed, so loudly that the birds stopped chattering. She thrashed against him, gripping his wrists. No one else!Tell me why, Aelin.That gods-damned name . ....
What have you done to me?Rhysand stood, running a hand through his short, dark hair. It's custom in my court for bargains to be permanently marked upon flesh.I rubbed my left forearm and hand, the ent...
We get to come back, Aelin said, pushing her hand harder and harder into her wound until the blood stopped, until it was only her tears that flowed. Dorian, from this loss—from this darkness. We get...
Shit. He was in such deep, unending shit.
Sam glanced at her, a hint of amusement shining in his eyes.Celaena smiled at him, and the world, for one flickering heartbeat, felt right.
I love you,’ he whispered, and kissed my brow. ‘Thorns and all.
Aelin is alive.
You're back, Sam said, as if he couldn't quite believe it.She lifted her chin, stuffing her hands in her pockets. Obviously.He tilted his head slightly to the side. How was the desert?There wasn't a s...
So I’m your huntress and thief? His hands slid down to cup the backs of my knees as he said with a roguish grin, You are my salvation, Feyre.
No self-righteous speeches?This is war, he said simply. We're past that sort of thing.
Long live the queen.
It was like coming home or being born or suddenly finding an entire half of herself that had been missing.
I took his name, Erawan spat, writhing as the words flowed from his tongue under Damaris's power. I wiped it away from existence. Yet he only remembered it once. Only once. The first time He behelded...