Rhys brushed the hair from my face. It’s all part of the game, Feyre darling. Who to trust, when to trust them—what information to barter. Do you enjoy it? Sometimes. Right now, I don’t. Not when the...
No, the quest did not end here. Not even close. Dorian slid the keys into his pocket.And the road that now sprawled before him, curving into unknown, awaiting shadow . . . it did not frighten him.
No going back now, Cassian said to Rhys, gesturing to his wings. Rhys slid his hands into his pockets. I figure it’s time for the world to know who really has the largest wingspan.Cassian laughed, and...
My name is Sam Cortland … and I will not be afraid. I’ve been doing it for years.
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. - Aelin, to Lysandra
I yielded my grace—my perfect immortality.
I was loosened, a top whirling around and around, and I didn't know who I danced with or what they looked like, only that I had become the music and the fire and the night, and there was nothing that...
I was his and he was mine, and we were the beginning and middle and end. We were a song that had been sung from the very first ember of light in the world.
I shut him out. Maybe I’d send a water-dog barking after him later—let it bite him in the ass.
I just...Leave a note. Or tell me next time.''Would you have let me go if I had?''I do not LET you do anything.' He tilted my face up, Mor and Azriel looking away. 'You are your own person, you make y...
I heard what you told him, he said. That you thought it would be easy to fall in love with him. You meant it, too. So? It was the only thing I could think of to say. I was jealous—of that. That I’m no...
I had done everything – everything for that love. I had ripped myself to shreds, I had killed innocents and debased myself, and he had sat beside Amarantha on that throne. And he couldn’t do anything,...
I braced my hands on my hips, examining the drop, the trees, the lake beyond. What did I do wrong?Azriel, who had been sharpening Truth-Teller in his lap, flicked his hazel eyes up to me. Aside from t...
Hold on, the riders told the world. Hold on.
He would not apologize for today, or yesterday, or for any of it. And she would not ask him to, not now that she understood that in the weeks she had been looking at him it had been like gazing at a r...
He kissed her thoroughly, lazily, as if he had a lifetime of kisses to look forward to. She liked that. A lot.
For him, that's what battle is. A Symphony.
Feyre, Tamlin breathed from behind us. I halted, aware of every eye that watched. I’m fine, I whispered. I’m sorry. I wiped at the blood dribbling down my cheek. I’m fine, I told him again. No one, no...
Farran studied his new ally, his gaze glittering. You have no idea. After another moment, he asked, Why did you do it? Arobynn's attention drifted back to the wagon, already a small dot in the rolling...
Elegant, feminine, and utterly wild. Warm, and steadfast—unbreakable, his queen.