Her wrath became a song in her blood as she ended them.
He studied the threshold to the bedroom hallway. Azriel, Mor, Amren, and Cassian, he said, marking the eyes I'd painted. You do know that one of them is going to paint a moustache under the eyes of wh...
He himself was a beautiful weapon, forged by centuries of ruthless training and warring.
Hatred felt like a strong word, as she couldn't quite hate someone who had saved her life, but dislike fit pretty damn well.
Everyone sounded the same when they died.
But they held tighter to each other, past and present and future; flickering between an ancient hall in a mountain castle perched above Orynth, a bridge suspended between glass towers, and another pla...
Be the bridge, be the light. When iron melts, when flowers spring from fields of blood—let the land be witness, and return home.
Aelin took a step forward. One step, as if in a daze.She loosed a shuddering breath, and a small, whimpering noise came out of her - a sob. And then she was sprinting down the alley, flying as though...
A smile tugged at her lips, and her eyes - their eyes - sparkled. 'Hello, Aedion.
He wondered if Elide Lochan had somehow made Lorcan want to do the same.
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 no...
You’re a little taller than I’d imagined, but no one’s perfect.
You're my equal. And as much as that means we have each other's backs in public, it also means we that grant each other the gift of honesty - of truth.
With nothing else to distract her, Celeana eventually returned to thinking about Sam. Even weeks later, she had no idea how she'd somehow gotten attached to him, what he'd been shouting when Arobynn b...
Where are we going?Rhy's smile widened into a grin. To Velaris—the City of Starlight.
When your people are lying dead around you, don't come crying to me...
When you healed my arm...You didn't need to bargain with me. You could have demanded every single week of the year. My brows knit together as he turned, already half-consumed by the dark. Every single...
What a shame that the current owner of the Vaults, a former underling of Rourke Farran and a dealer of flesh and opiates, had accidentally run into her knives. Repeatedly.
Well, he was certainly desirable-as desirable as Sam, maybe. Sam-when had she ever thought of him as desirable? He'd laugh until he died if ever knew she thought of him like that.
We shall create wonders that will make the world tremble.