If she could keep breathing, she wouldn’t fall apart.
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 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 hadn't realized I was a villain in your narrative, Lucien breathed. You weren't. Not entirely.
I claim you, Aelin. To whatever end.
I bet you'll be spitting on Death's face when she comes to claim you, too.
I am going to find the Crochans. And I am going to raise an army with them. For Aelin Galathynius. And her people. And for ours. - Manon
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...
He was hers and she was his and they had found each other across centuries of bloodshed and loss, across oceans and kingdoms and war.
He supposed any lick of self-consciousness had been flayed from her under the whips of Endovier. Even though he'd tattooed over the bulk of the scars on her back, their ridges remained. The nightmares...
He made her want to laugh and sing and shake the world with her voice.
Gods, the females in his court ate more than he did. He supposed magic burned through their energies so fast it was a miracle they weren't constantly biting his head off.
Everything- everything was for Dorian, for his friend. For himself, he had nothing left to lose. He was nothing more than a nameless oath-breaker, a liar, a traitor.
Don’t you—you don’t want your own space?No, he said baldly. Unless you do. I need you protecting me from our enemies with your water-wolves.
Chaol’s back ached thanks to yesterday’s ride and last night’s … other ride. Multiple rides.
But they wove a tapestry of dreams, all begging for one thing... a better world.
Because, he went on, his eyes locked with mine, I didn't want you to fight alone. Or die alone.And for a moment, I remembered that faerie who had died in our foyer, and how I'd told Tamlin the same th...
Aelin willed the blood in her veins into black fire. Aedion - her focus was on Aedion, not on the tyrant seated at the front of the room, the man who had murdered her family, murdered Marion, murdered...
A moment of kindness. From a young woman who ended lives to a young woman who saved them.
Sometimes, the wicked will tell us things just to confuse us - to haunt our thoughts long after we face them. He would be delighted to know you're still fretting over whatever nonsense he said...Don't...