One blink for yes. Two for no. Three for Are you all right? Four for I am here, I am with you. Five for This is real, you are awake.
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...
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.
Hoped that an assassin’s jewel would pay for a healer’s education.
His breath caught, harsh enough that she looked over her shoulder.But his eyes weren't on her face. Or the water. They were on her bare back.Curled as she was against her knees, he could see the whole...
Hello, Sam, she breathed onto the river breeze.
Helion let out a dark laugh.
He values loyalty, cunning, compassion.
He let out a soft, lethal laugh that raked claws down her temper.
Everything hurts. Falkan grimaced, rubbing at his leg. Remind me never to do anything heroic again.
Dorian offered a lazy grin in return, believe it or not, this ship has an unnatural number of attractive men and women on board. You'll fit right in, and fit in with the cranky immortals, I suppose.
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...
Celaena peered in the mirror—and stopped dead.The somewhat shorter hair was the least of the changes.She was now flushed with color, her eyes bright and clear, and though she'd regained the weight she...
But they wove a tapestry of dreams, all begging for one thing... a better world.
And slowly, wobbling, a droplet of water the size of a marble rose from the surface to her cupped palm.No wonder your sense of self-preservation is so pathetic, if that’s all the water you can conjure...
And he wondered if Aelin was somehow watching the archipelago, and the seas, and the skies, as if she might never see them again.
Aelin slumbered beside him, her breathing deep and even, yet again wearing one of his shirts. Some primal part of him snarled in satisfaction at the sight, at knowing she was covered in his scent.
Aedion touched her shoulder. Welcome home, Aelin.A land of towering mountains-the Stagehorns-spread before them, with valleys and rivers and hills; a land of untamed, wild beauty.Terrasen.And the smel...