Thundering hooves beat the frozen ground, faster and faster as the rider whipped the horse. Snow and mud lay thick on the earth, and rogue snowflakes drifted through the night sky.Celaena ran—swifter...
This doom has not yet come to pass, it seemed to whisper in her ear. There is still time. Do not succumb to fear yet.
They alighted on a little plateau covered in purple and orange wildflowers, its grasses hissing in the wind. Abraxos was practically grunting with joy, and Manon, her exhaustion as heavy as the red cl...
The Nephelle Philosophy
The Crown Prince tipped his head back to the sky and roared, and it was the battle cry of a god. Then the glass castle shattered.
TERRASEN REMEMBERS EVALIN ASHRYVER. DO YOU?I FOUGHT AT MISTWARD FOR YOUR PEOPLE.RETURN THE GODS-DAMNED FAVOR.
She never bothered to look down.
Power called to power among the Fae. Perhaps Aelin Galathynius was unlucky the cadre had been drawn to Maeve’s power long before she was born, had chained themselves to her instead. Perhaps they were...
It was a voice she had heard before, deep and raspy. It made her bones crack and splinter, made her feel the astonishing cold of a winter long since passed.
In the garden, the Captain of the Guard stared up at the young woman's balcony, watching as she waltzed alone, lost in her dreams. But he knew her thoughts weren't of him.She stopped and stared upward...
If you're a monster, I'm a monster.
Her heart was raw and trembling, and the darkness faded.
He was hers and she was his and they had found each other across centuries of bloodshed and loss, across oceans and kingdoms and war.
He was done with politics and intrigue. He loved her, and no empire, no king, and no earthly fear would keep him from her. No, if they tried to take her from him, he'd rip the world apart with his bar...
He supposed any lick of self-consciousness had been flayed from her under the whips of Endovier. Even though he'd tattooed over the bulk of the scars on her back, their ridges remained. The nightmares...
From me, Kaltain said, in a voice that was dead and hollow and yet vicious. It has always been there—asleep. And now it has been awoken. Shaped anew.
Every inch her feet dragged through the sand was a lifetime; every inch was a heartbeat. Blood soaked her pants. She likely wouldn’t be able to heal her wounds within all that iron. Not until Maeve de...
Elide immediately shrugged out of Lorcan's grip. Aelin and Aedion had stopped ahead, waiting for her. Smiling faintly—welcomingly.So Elide headed for them, her court, and did not look back.
Bring our people home, Manon.
Better than being a dog leashed by a psychotic monster.