Rhys clinked his glass against mine. To the stars who listen—and the dreams that are answered.
Only a coward captures men the way you did.A coward? Or a pragmatist?
Oh, you should have been born with my abilities, if only to have felt the rage that seeped from him.I didn't want to think much about his abilities. Who's to say he won't splatter you as well?Perhaps...
More—I wanted the hardness of his body crushing against mine; I wanted his mouth and teeth and tongue on my bare skin, on my breasts, between my legs. Everywhere—I wanted him everywhere. I was drownin...
Lorcan reached out, grasping her chin and forcing her to look at him. Hopeless, bleak eyes met his. He brushed away a stray tear with his thumb. I made a promise to protect you. I will not break it, E...
I'm going to call in old debts and promises. To raise an army of assassins and thieves and exiles and commoners.
I was burning through books every day - stories about people and places I'd never heard of. They were perhaps the only thing that kept me from teetering into utter despair.
I want you to know, I whispered, that I am broken and healing, but every piece of my heart belongs to you. And I am honored— to be your mate.
I name you Elentiya. She kissed the assassin's brow. I give you this name to use with honour, to use when other names grow too heavy. I name you Elentiya, 'Spirit That Could Not Be Broken.
I hope you found peace, my brother. And in the Afterworld, I hope you find her again.
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 let out a soft, lethal laugh that raked claws down her temper.
Even when we’re apart tomorrow, I’ll be with you every step of the way. And every step after—wherever that may be.
Even if she hadn’t slaughtered Baba Yellowlegs, Manon would have killed her just for that spell she’d used to freeze her feet. Etching some foul spell with the man’s blood.And now she was going to die...
Dorian surged from the chair and dropped to his knees beside the bed. He grabbed Chaol's hand, squeezing it as he pressed his brow against his. You were dead, the prince said, his voice breaking. I th...
Do you ever stop being so serious and dull?Do you ever stop being such a prick? I snapped back.Dead—really, truly, I should have been dead for that.But Lucien grinned at me. Much better.
Celaena walked and walked, until she found herself by the tree-lined shore of a lake, glaringly bright in the midday sun. She figured it was as good a spot as any as she crumpled to the mossy bank, as...
Bring our people home, Manon.
Before you start yelling . . . ,
Be happy, Feyre.