She was too stunned to object as her mother slipped the chain over her head and arranged the amulet down her front. It hung almost to her navel, a warm, heavy weight. Never take it off. Never lose it....
She said softly, You make me want to live, Rowan. Not survive; not exist. Live.
She is my mate. And my spy,' I said too quietly. 'And she is the High Lady of the Night Court.''What?' Mor whsipered.I caressed a mental finger down that bond now hidden deep, deep within us, and said...
She hated Death. And Death could go to hell, too
She flung herself on the male, crashing into him hard enough that anyone else might have gone rocking back into the stone wall. But the male grabbed her to him, his massive arms wrapping around her ti...
She did not know how long she fell with them.But then there was a rushing, roaring below—a frozen river. Whispers and foggy light were rising to meet them. No, not rising—this was the bottom.An end to...
Sam probably folded his undergarments.
Rowan swallowed once. Twice. There was... there was an uprising at the Calaculla labor camp, he said.Her heart stumbled on a beat. After Princess Nehemia was assassinated, they say a slave girl killed...
Red exploded in my vision, and I couldn’t breathe fast enough, couldn’t think above the roar in my head. One heartbeat, I was staring after him—the next, I had my shoe in a hand.
Perhaps allowing them to be friends was a horrible, dangerous idea.
One life may change the world.
Not quite daring to believe she wasn't still asleep, Aelin walked toward that rock, whispering the Song of Thanks to Mala Fire-Bringer for leading her to this place, this moment.Aelin ran her hand ove...
Nor had she missed when they zigzagged between levels, even though the building was a standard grid of hallways and stairwells. As if she'd lose her bearings that easily.She might have been insulted i...
No fair maiden should die alone he said, putting a hand on hers. Shall I read to you in your final moments? What story would you like?
Keeping her head, Yrene decided, was a very good birthday gift indeed.
Just because I have money doesn’t mean I need to spend it.
It would take time, he knew—for it to stop hurting, to let go. But the pain wouldn’t last forever.
It should have been me.
It is not such a hard thing, is it - to die for your friends.
It gave him hope—hope that he had not lost his soul in the act of killing, hope that humanity could still be found, and honor could be regained . . .