When you do, I want you to remember that it wouldn’t have made any difference to me. It’s never made any difference to me when it came to you. I’d still pick you. I’ll always pick you.
What's this? Amarantha said, her voice lilting despite the adder's smile she gave me . . . Just a human thing I found downstairs, the Attor hissed, and a forked tongue darted out between his razor-sha...
What's the point in having a mind if you don't use it to make judgments?What's the point in having a heart if you don't use it to spare others from the harsh judgments of your mind?
What would you decide? Darrow’s question was quiet, tentative. She considered it. No one had ever asked her such a thing. I should have very much liked to live at Caraverre, Evangeline admitted. She k...
What was it like? Manon asked quietly. To love. For love was what it had been—what Asterin perhaps alone of all the Ironteeth witches had felt, had learned. It was like dying a little every day. It wa...
What was it like? Manon asked quietly. To love.For love was what it had been—what Asterin perhaps alone of all the Ironteeth witches had felt, had learned.It was like dying a little every day. It was...
We need hope as much as we need bread and meat, he interrupted, his eyes clear for a rare moment. We need hope, or else we cannot endure.
We are the Thirteen, from now until the Darkness claims us. She said it quietly, but knew all could hear her. Let’s remind them why. Manon kicked her mount into action.
Two black boots came into view, then a pair of knees as someone crouched on the edge of the ring.Get up, Chaol whispered. She couldn’t bring herself to look him in the face. It was over.(...)Get up, C...
Together, we stared at our reflection. Lord and Lady Night. Ready to be wicked? he purred in my ear. My
To the blessed darkness from which we are born, and to which we return.
This will be the great war of our time, Kashin said quietly. When we are dead, when even our grandchildren’s grandchildren are dead, they will still be talking about this war. They will whisper of it...
This war, she said quietly, is but the second movement in a game that has been played since those ancient days across the sea.
There’s no way in hell I’m getting out of this bed and going for a run, he murmured onto her head. She chuckled quietly. His hands grazed lower, down her back, not even stumbling over the scar tissue....
There were two sisters, they went playing, To see their father’s ships come sailing … And when they came unto the sea-brim The elder did push the younger inSometimes she sank, and...
There was good in people - deep down, there was always a shred of good.
There was a string—a string tied to my gut that pulled me toward those hills, commanding me to go, to hear the faerie drums
There was a scrape and crunch of shoes, then a small, smooth hand slid toward her. But it was not Chaol or Sam or Nehemia who lay across from her, watching her with those sad turquoise eyes. Her cheek...
Then she smiled with every last shred of courage, of desperation, of hope for the glimmer of that glorious future. Let’s go rattle the stars.
The room behind me was dark. Thief, intoned a lovely voice in the blackness.You do know, Ianthe tittered from outside the cottage, her steps slowing into a walk, that we'll have to kill whoever is ins...