If Elain's mental gates were those of a sleeping garden, Nesta's...They belonged to an ancient fortress, sharp and brutal. The sort I imagined they once impaled people upon.
I will find you. Rowan
I once lived in fear of other people. I let other people walk all over me just because I was too afraid of the consequences for refusing. I did not know how to refuse.
I hold you to no promises. And I will hold to none of my own.
I don’t make threats. Only promises.
I am Celaena Sardothien and I will not be afraid.
Hisli's tail flicked to the side as the arrow buried itself in the sand just inches behind her rear hooves. But Ansel didn't dare look over he shoulder. She kept riding, and she did not stop. Celeana...
Her rage took her to a place where she only knew three things: that Chaol had been taken from her, that she was a weapon forged to end lives, and that if Chaol was hurt, no one was going to walk out o...
Hello, Feyre darling, he purred.
He lifted a brow. Is it that hard for you to even try in front of me?You're a High Lord - don't you have better things to do?Of course. But none as enjoyable as seeing you squirm.You're a real bastard...
For this week? I want you to learn how to read.
Five hundred years ago, I fought on battlefields not far from this house. I fought beside human and faerie alike, bled beside them. I will stand on that battlefield again, Nesta Archeron, to protect t...
Fine. A man—faerie—of few words. I had killed his friend, was an unwanted guest. I wouldn’t want to talk to me, either.
Everything was comfortable, tasteful, as if the apartment were for lounging and nights by the fire. And there were so many books—on shelves, on the tables by the couch, stacked beside the large armcha...
Everything I love has always had a tendency to be taken from me. I tell very few about the wings. Or the flying.
Dorian,' Aelin said, pain lancing down her spine as burnout neared.He turned his head, an eye still on the wall of flickering flames. Such pain, and grief, and rage in those eyes. Yet, somehow, beneat...
Does your love for yourself know no bounds? Absolutely none.
Celaena. He stopped a few feet from the guards. His eyes were rich, molten brown. Yes? Her heartbeat steadied. You look rather pretty today, was all he said before the doors opened and they walked for...
Celaena stared at the dark, tilled earth, a chill wind rustling her veil.Her chest ached, but this was the one last thing she had to do, the one last honor she could give her friend.Celaena tilted her...
Celaena pulled another book toward her and grinned. It was as if someone had read her mind. It was a large black volume entitled The Walking Dead in tarnished silver letters. Thankfully, the captain d...