Then Celaena and the King of Adarlan smiled at each other, and it was the most terrifying thing Dorian had ever seen.
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...
The darkness belongs to you. To shape as you will. To give it power or render it harmless.
The creature took Aelin's face in its hands, and her sword thudded to the ground, forgotten.Rowan was screaming as the creature pulled her into its arms. As she stopped fighting. As her flames winked...
The assassin pivoted around the table and took aim again. She missed. Gritting her teeth, she considered snapping the cue in half across her knee. But she’d been attempting to play for only an hour. S...
The Queen of Flame and Shadow, the Heir of Fire, Aelin of the Wildfire, Fireheart . . .She burned through each title, even as she became them, became what those foreign ambassadors had hissed when the...
The Lord of the North, who had survived, as she had, against all odds.
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...
Still, the image haunted his dreams throughout the night: a lovely girl gazing at the stars, and the stars who gazed back.
Stars flickered around us, sweet darkness sweeping in. As if we were the only souls in a galaxy.
Sometimes there won’t be a right choice, just the best of several bad options.
She'd awoken that morning feeling . . . clear. The grief and pain were still there, writhing inside her, but for the first time in a long while, she felt as though she could see. As though she could b...
She would not go quietly.
She slung an arm around his waist, unwilling to let go of him lest he turn into wind and vanish.
She pulled off the ring. So that was what he wanted. I honestly expected something grander.
She had looked at that cottage with hope; I had looked at it with nothing but hatred. And I knew which one of us had been stronger.
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...
Rowan’s always looking for an excuse to show off. Dramatic rescues give him purpose and fulfillment in his dull, immortal life. There
Rowan was watching Chaol as if he might be dinner.
Rhysand is the most handsome High Lord. Rhysand is the most delightful High Lord. Rhysand is the most cunning High Lord.