And he had the nerve once his powers were back to shove me into a cage. The nerve to say I was no longer useful; I was to be cloistered for his peace of mind. He’d given me everything I needed to beco...
Aelin grinned right back at him, flicking her wrists and sending the blades shooting out of her suit. Hello, gorgeous. Then she was upon them, slicing and twirling and ducking.
A snap of Rhys’s fingers, and my nightclothes—and some flimsy underthings—appeared on the bed. I couldn’t decide which scrap of lace I wanted you to wear, so I brought you a few to choose from. Pig, I...
There was not enough time in life to waste on hatred. On feeling it and putting it into the world
Said, I see all of you, Rhys. And there is not one part that I do not love with everything that I am. His
Figure—tell me you like chocolates. You do, right? I remember stealing a box from your room once when you were out killing someone. They were delicious.
Down to the river itself, the water so smooth that the stars and lights blended on its dark surface like a living ribbon of eternity.
But … talking to you. Laughing with you. I missed having you in my bed, but missed having you as my friend even more.
And Aedion grinned at his queen as the entire world went to hell.
You’ll find out when my fangs are buried in your neck, she said. Why not right now? Cain breathed. Come on—hit me. Hit me with all that rage you feel every time you force yourself to miss the bull’s-e...
Your soldiers look like they have seen better days. Oh, they always look like that. I've tried and tries to get them to focus on outside appearances as much as improving their inner beauty, but... you...
You, Celaena Sardothien, are charged with the deaths of the following people... And then he began a long recitation of all those lives she'd taken. The brutal story of a girl who was now gone.
You were always too good for here Feyre. Too good for us, too good for everyone.’ He squeezed my hand. ‘If you ever escape, ever convince them that you’ve paid the debt, don’t return.
You look more of less the same.She strode right past him. And you still look like a jackass, she said sweetly.
You know, you ladies can let us males do things every now and then.
Would you like to dance with me?He laughed. With you? No.She looked at the marble floor, her chest tight. You needn’t be so cruel.Cruel? Celaena, Perrington is just over there. I’m sure he’s not happy...
Will it ever stop? he mused, more to himself than me as another finger joined the one sliding in and out of me with taunting, indolent strokes. Wanting you—every hour, every breath. I don’t think I ca...
Where do men find it in themselves to do such monstrous things? How do they find it acceptable?We'll make them pay for it in the end. Celaena grasped Ansel's hand. The girl squeezed back. We'll see to...
When we die, she said, I don't think the gods will even know what to do with us.
Whatever shred of hope he'd had for a future with her was gone. She still felt something for him, she'd admitted, but she would never trust him. She would always hate him for what he'd done.But he cou...