She had lied to him. She had wanted to save lives, yes. But she had gone out there with no intention of saving her own.
Sam's hand brushed her shoulder, and she almost jumped out of her skin as he brought his mouth close to her ear and murmured, You look beautiful. Though I bet you already know that. She most certainly...
Rhys looked up, his face gleaming with tears. He went still as I leaned in, kissing away one tear. Then the other. As he had once kissed away mine.When my lips were wet and salty with them, I pulled b...
Nervous? he asked, his voice barely audible above the steady slice of his oars through the calm bay. No, she lied.Me too.
I’m thinking it would be very easy to love you. And easier to call you my friend.
It was a long story, and sometimes she grew quiet and cried - and during those times he leaned over to wipe away her tears.
Her hand rose to her lips and she stared up at the stars, feeling her heart grow, and grow, and grow.
He'd known, since the moment he figured out who she was, that while Celaena would always pick him, Aelin would not.
He tugged on the hood, and I savored the shadows and menace and wings.. That's what I'd call the painting.He said softly, I love it when you look at me like that.The purr in his voice heated my blood....
But I hadn't felt like Rhysand's enemy the last time I'd spoken to him, in the hours after Amarantha's defeat. I'd told no one about that meeting, what he'd said to me, what I'd confessed to him.
Where do men find it in themselves to do such monstrous things?
What about Ianthe—and Jurian? Rhysand’s powerful chest heaved beneath my hand as he blew out a breath. Reports are murky on both. Jurian, it seems, has returned to the hand that feeds him. Ianthe … Rh...
War is sanctioned murder, no matter what side you're on.
To escape death, she'd become death.
The feeling that passed between them, so powerful there was no language to describe it... It was not mere friendship, but something born of and strengthened by it.
So I said, He is lucky to have all of you.No, she said softly—more gently than I'd ever heard. are lucky to have him, Feyre. I turned from the door. I have known many High Lord, Amren continued, stud...
She battered her eyelashes and readjusted her shackles as though they were lace gloves...
Perhaps the Darkness was another world, another realm. Perhaps she'd gone to the hell-realm the humans so feared.She hated Death.And Death could go to hell, too
Last night... I'm sorry if I was too forward with you. He paused. Celaena, you're grimacing.Had she been making a face? Er- sorry.It did upset you, then!What did?The kiss!... Oh, it was nothing, she s...
I’m going to kill you. Ah, about that, she said, and shifted her wrist just enough for him to feel the blade she’d flicked free in the moment before she’d sensed his attack—the steel now resting again...