We're all a broken, in our own ways - In places no one might see.
We were a song that had been sung from the very first ember of light in the world.
We wait for the Queen of the Valg, the spider purred, rubbing against the carving. Who in this world calls herself Maeve.
We pity you, each and every one of you. For what you do to your children. They are not born evil. But you force them to kill and hurt and hate until there is nothing left inside them—of you ... They h...
We hit the sweeping marble stairs to the front doors of the manor. And so Tamlin unwittingly led the High Lady of the Night Court into the heart of his territory.
We had contests to see who could write the dirtiest limericks while I was living with my father’s war-band by the border. I don’t particularly enjoy losing, so I took it upon myself to become good at...
We do not look back, Chaol. It helps no one and nothing to look back. We can only go on.
Wasn't that wonderful?Breathing hard, Celeana didn't say anything as she punched Ansel so hard in the face that the girl went flying off her horse and tumbled onto the sand. Ansel just clutched her ja...
Vain until the bitter end.
Three stones for the faces of the mother, four bones ... for whatever reason the charlatans came up with that I can't be bothered to remember.
This would be her first ball where she wasn’t there to kill someone.
This time, someone would come looking. Hopefully, they’d want to play.
They’d walked this dark path together back to the light. He would not let the road end here.
They tried to shoot my … Rowan through the heart.
There you are. I’ve been looking for you.
There was so much blood. It had spread to where Lorcan was kneeling, gleaming bright as it soaked into the sand. It covered her shirt, discarded and forgotten beside him. It even speckled the scabbard...
There was a time when people valued honor and loyalty — when serving a ruler wasn't about obedience and fear.
There are good days and bad days for me - even now. Don't let the hard days win.
Then there was that other strange feeling that pushed and pulled at her, making her reply the scene in the mess hall again and again.She had never known regret-not true regret, anyway.But she regrette...
Then let me call you Mine for a dance or two.