Because she wasn't human, Chaol realized, gaping at her from where he still crouched over Fleetfoot.No - she wasn't human at all.Celaena was Fae.
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 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...
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...
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.
Rhys flipped back the lid. A note lay atop the golden metal of the book. I read your letter. About the woman you love.I believe you. And I believe in peace.I believe in a better world.If anyone asks,...
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...
No self-righteous speeches?This is war, he said simply. We're past that sort of thing.
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...
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.
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...
Where is Aelin. Where is my wife?
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.
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...
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.
Alone in the hallway, Celaena watched the shadows cast by the torches. It hadn't been the mere impossibility of a relationship with Ilias that had made her pull away.No; it was the memory of Sam's fac...
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...