Before you start yelling . . . ,
Be happy, Feyre.
As the memory of that day echoed through her, she remembered the words Sam kept screaming at Arobynn, as the King of the Assassins beat her, the words that she'd somehow forgotten in the fog of pain:...
Arobynn told me that second place was just a nice title for the first loser
Arobynn hit her-her ribs, her jaw, her gut. And her face. Again and again and again. Careful blows, meant to inflict as much pain as possible without doing permanent damage. And Sam kept roaring, shou...
And from today onward, I want to never be separated from you. Wherever you go, I go. Even if that means going to hell itself, wherever you are, that's where I want to be. Forever.
All Rowan now had to offer his queen were the strength of his sword, the depth of his magic, and the loyalty of his heart. Such things did not win wars.
Aelin Galathynius said quietly, You never stop seeing their faces.It was only when they were rowing for the shore, spindrift soaking them, that Manon realized the queen hadn't meant the Thirteen. And...
A gift.A gift from a queen who had seen another woman in hell and thought to reach back a hand. With no thought of it ever being returned. A moment of kindness, a tug on a thread.
You touch him again, Manon said, and I'll drink the marrow from your bones.
You told me Dorian would fix the world, make it better. But if he's gone, if we made the mistake today in keeping him alive, then I will find another way to attain that future. And another one after t...
You can't go.Give me a reason why I shouldn't.Because I'll miss you, damn it! she hissed, splaying her arms. Because what's the point in anything if you just disappear forever?The point in what, Celae...
Why are you crying, Fireheart?
When you spend so long trapped in darkness, Lucien, you find that the darkness begins to stare back.
We do not look back, Chaol. It helps no one and nothing to look back. We can only go on.There she was, that queen looking out at him, a hint of the ruler she was becoming. And it knocked the breath ou...
They both turned, giving Rowan Whitethorn horrifyingly innocent smiles. The Fae Prince, to his credit, only winced after they looked away again. Elide
There were many, many debts to be paid before she left Rifthold and took back her throne. Starting now. Fortunate that she was in a killing sort of mood.
The best lies were always mixed with truth.
Sometimes, the wicked will tell us things just to confuse us–to haunt our thoughts long after we've faced them.
So here we are, with the fate of our immortal world in the hands of an illiterate human.