Then she ripped everything from that well inside her, ripped it out with both hands and her entire raging, hopeless heart. As she fell, hair whipping her face, Celaena thrust her hands toward the skin...
The Court of Dreams.The people who knew that there was a price, and one worth paying, for that dream. The bastard- born warriors, the Illyrian half breed, the monster trapped in a beautiful body, the...
That cocky smile widened. Hello, bitch, Ansel purred.Hello, traitor, Aelin purred right back, surveying the armada spread before them. Looks like you made it on time after all.
Supongo que si vamos a morir, más vale que sea por una causa noble
Still, the image haunted his dreams throughout the night: a lovely girl gazing at the stars, and the stars who gazed back.
Sometimes there won’t be a right choice, just the best of several bad options.
She pulled off the ring. So that was what he wanted. I honestly expected something grander.
She never bothered to look down.
She didn't fear the night, though she found little comfort in its dark hours. It was the time when she slept, the time when she stalked and killed, the time when the stars emerged with glittering beau...
She brought her mouth close to his ear. My name is Celaena Sardothien, she whispered. But it makes no difference if my name's Celaena or Lillian or Bitch, because I'd still beat you, no matter what yo...
Rowan’s always looking for an excuse to show off. Dramatic rescues give him purpose and fulfillment in his dull, immortal life. There
Rhysand is the most handsome High Lord. Rhysand is the most delightful High Lord. Rhysand is the most cunning High Lord.
Prick,
Over a million? A million books? Her heart leapt and danced, and she cracked a smile. I’d die before I even got through half of that!
Only once, at the city that had forged and broken and sheltered his queen. Her
My sisters had been living in the House of Wind since they’d arrived in Velaris.They did not leave the palace built into the upper parts of a flat-topped mountain overlooking the city. They did not as...
Marion was my mother's name. She died defending Aelin Galathynius from her assassin. My mother bought Aelin time to run - to get away so she could one day return to save us all... I have no lands, no...
Magical things rarely age as normal objects do.
It's a rare person to face who they are and not run from it - not be broken by it.
If the Valg craved the sunshine of Erilea, then she would give it to them.