The amethyst in her ring glowed in the firelight. It was a gift.From whom?That's none of your concern.He shrugged, though she knew betterthan to tell him who'd really given it to her - rather, she kne...
Some people just need a high-five. In the face. With my knives.
She sucked in a shuddering breath, and he pulled back far enough for them to share breath. Her fingers shook as she brushed them against his mouth, and his control nearly shredded apart right there.'W...
Sam smiled, his brown eyes turning golden in the dawn. It was such a Sam look, the twinkle of mischief, the hint of exasperation, the kindness that would always, always make him a better person than s...
Only once, at the city that had forged and broken and sheltered his queen. Her
Nameless is my price.
If the Valg craved the sunshine of Erilea, then she would give it to them.
I'm not married, he said softly, because I can't stomach the idea of marrying a woman inferior to me in mind and spirit. It would mean the death of my soul.
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 smelled jasmine first-then saw stars. A sea of stars flickering beyond glowing pillars of moonstone that framed the sweeping view of endless snowcapped mountains.Welcome to the Night Court.
I like music, she said slowly, because when I hear it, I . . . I lose myself within myself, if that makes any sense. I become empty and full all at once, and I can feel the whole earth roiling around...
I hope you found peace, my brother. And in the Afterworld, I hope you find her again.
I claim you, Aelin. To whatever end.
His eyes blazed with hunger that matched her own, and she kissed him again, tugging him into her bedroom. He let her pull him, not breaking the kiss as he kicked the door shut behind them.And then the...
His breath was warm on her neck as he bent his head, resting his cheek against her hair. Her heart beat so quickly, and yet she felt utterly calm—as if she could have stayed there forever and not mind...
He shifted his arm so he could brush her hair back. His fingers lingered along her jaw. You make me want to live, too, Aelin Galathynius, he said. Not exist—but live. He cupped her cheek, and took a s...
He made her want to laugh and sing and shake the world with her voice.
He did—does love me, Rhysand.The issue isn’t whether he loved you, it’s how much. Too much. Love can be a poison.
Flinging it out with his magic, his soul, his cracked heart. Searching for her. Fight it, he willed her, sending the words down the bond—the mating bond, which perhaps had settled into place that firs...
Fear no evil, she whispered - just for me.