What do you care? I barked, and his grip tightened enough on my wrists that I knew my bones would snap with a little more pressure.What do I care? he breathed, wrath twisting his features. Wings - tho...
Well, Lucien said, his remaining russet eye fixed on me, you don't look half as bad now. A relief, I suppose, since you're to live with us. Though the tunic isn't as pretty as a dress.Wolves ready to...
One last time - you have to wear this mask one last time, and then you can bury Celaena Sardothien forever.
He took my hand, interlacing our fingers. We can make whatever rules we want. You have every right to question me, push me—both in private and in public. A snort. Of course, if you decide to truly kic...
But death was her curse and her gift, and death had been her good friend these long, long years.
Very well.Say it.Say what?Say my name. Say, 'Very well, Dorian.'She rolled her eyes. If it pleases Your Magnanimous Holiness, I shall call you by your first name.
Thus I became Rhysand's plaything, the harlot of Amarantha's whore.
So Sorscha lifted her head, even as her mouth trembled, even as her eyes burned, and stared down the King of Adarlan.You destroyed everything I had, and you deserve everything that's to come, she said...
She would have an adventure. For herself. This one time. She would see her homeland, and smell it and breathe it in. See it from high above, see it racing as fast as the wind. She owed herself that mu...
Not forever,' he said onto my mouth. And though I knew it was a lie, I put my arms around his neck and kissed him.
My name is Sam Cortland... and I will not be afraid.
Let’s go rattle the stars.
I said to Lucien, low and quiet and as vicious as the talons that formed at the tips of my fingers, as vicious as the wondrous weight between my shoulder blades, When you spend so long trapped in dark...
His lips were smooth against my skin, his breath warm, and my knees buckled as he lifted my other hand to his mouth and kissed it, too. Kissed it carefully - in a way that made heat begin pounding in...
Faeries began calling foul play, demanding Tamlin be released from the curse, calling her a liar. Through the haze, I saw Rhysand crouching by Tamlin. Not to help him, but to grab the-You are all pigs...
A feral smile, and he grabbed her by the chin--not hard enough to hurt, but to get her to look at him. First thing, he breathed, we're not friends. I'm still training you, and that means you're still...
She did not want to be a consolation prize. Be pitied or a distraction.
Why, he asked. Why did you save her?She dragged a hand through her hair. [...]Because that golden-haired witch, Asterin ..., Aelin said. She screamed Manon's name the way I screamed yours.
Whatever you had to do to survive, whatever you did from spite or rage or selfishness … I don’t give a damn. You’re here—and you’re perfect. You always were, and you always will be.
Rowan just asked, Did you have a favorite form?Lysandra's grin was nothing short of wicked. I liked anything with claws and big, big fangs.