We moved together, unending and wild and burning, and when I went over the edge the next time, he roared and went with me.
We each survive in our own way.
To four years until freedom, she said lifting her glass.He raised his in salute. To you, Celaena. Their eyes met, and Chaol didn't hide his smile as she grinned at him. Perhaps four years with her mig...
Tell me that even if I lead us all to ruin, we’ll burn in hell together.''We’re not going to hell, Aelin,' he said. 'But wherever we go, we’ll go together.
She pulled a small box from her pocket.There's one more task, Aelin said, holding the box out to Lysandra. You'll probably hate me for it later. But you can start by saying yes.Proposing to me? How un...
Maybe you should...go. Why? You seemed so insistent that I train you.I can't concentrate with you around, I admitted And go... far. I can feel you from a room away.A suggestive curve shaped his lips.
Manon rose in the saddle, sliding a leg under her, body tensing to make the jump ahead. And she said to Abraxos, touching his spin, I love you. It was the only thing that mattered in the end. The only...
It was not the sorrowful, lovely piece she had once played for Dorian, and it was not the light, dancing melodies she'd played for sport; it was not the complex and clever pieces she had played for Ne...
He gripped her hard, forcing her to meet his eyes as he snarled, I see you. I see every part of you. And I am not afraid..A line in the burning brightness..
And far away, across the snow-covered mountains, on a barren plain before the ruins of a once-great city, a flower began to bloom
Manon rubbed at her eyes and braced her elbows on her knees, peering into the drop below.She would have dismissed her, wouldn't have thought twice about it, if it hadn't been for that look in Keelie's...
'A Court of Thorns and Roses' was actually inspired by three of my all-time-favorite fairy/folktales: 'Beauty and the Beast,' 'East of the Sun, West of the Moon' and 'Tam Lin.' I got the kernel of ins...
Your prince has moved on, my queen has moved on. But you have not. And it will cost you
You can leave if you're just going to insult me.But I'm so good at it. He flashed one of his grins.
Yo era un liviano trozo de pelusa de diente de león, y él era el viento que me agitaba sobre el mundo.
When he finished, I tipped back my head and howled, my laughter like sunshine shattering age-hardened ice.
War--war was coming. And they might not all survive it.
The useless sentries in the watchtower are now all half in love with you, he lied. One said he wanted to marry you. A low snarl. He yielded a foot but held eye contact with her as he grinned. But you...
The fear of loss . . . it can destroy you as much as the loss itself.
Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Stay the course, but also plot another one. Adapt.