Why should I bother defending myself, Nesta said with lethal cold, to a male who is so puffed up on his own sense of importance there's barely enough space in the room for his enormous head?
Why can't be High Lady as well?
Who do you wish to be? he asked the barely woven tapestry within himself. Let the threads and knots take form, crafting the picture within his mind. Starting small.
Where are our allies, Aelin? Where are our armies?
What is that? Manon asked, sniffing subtly. Kaltain just squeezed Elide’s fingers. You find Celaena Sardothien. Give her this. No one else. No one else. Tell her that you can open any door, if you hav...
What if we go on, he said, only to more pain and despair? What if we go on, only to find a horrible end waiting for us? Aelin looked northward, as if she could see all the way to Terrasen. Then it is...
What got under my skin, Rhys said, his breathing a bit uneven, is that you smiled at him.
What are you planning? Something very stupid, I think.
We don't look back. It helps no one and nothing to look back.
We come to honor a friend.
Wasn't learning to lose gracefully part of your training?No, she said sourly. Arobynn told me that second place was just a nice title for the first loser.
Up close, though, these warring hues were offset by the brilliant ring of gold around her pupils.
Unleashing a cry that set the world trembling, Prince Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius, Consort of the Queen of Terrasen, began the hunt to find his wife.
Tomorrow will be better. It might be only a foot more than today, but it will be a foot longer that you can run
To the stars who listen, Feyre.To the dreams tat are answered, Rhys.
To the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys. He picked up his glass, his gaze so piercing that I wondered why I had bothered blushing at all for Tarquin. Rhys clinked his glass against mine. To...
Though I think the real question is, who would have guessed that the solemn Captain of the Guard could be so passionate? She lay down beside Celaena, also smiling. I’m happy for you, my friend.Celaena...
These beasts, despite their dark master, are capable of love.
There’s a grave I need to visit.
There will be a monument, she said to Abraxos, to Manon. Should you wish it, I will build a monument right there. So no one shall ever forget what was given. Who we have to thank.