I promise they are not dull, for I am not one inclined to sit through pages of nonsense and bloated speech, though perhaps you enjoy works and authors who think very highly of themselves.
I name you Elentiya, ‘Spirit That Could Not Be Broken.
I felt, more than saw, my sister go still as he approached. Her throat bobbed. Are you just going to hold that chicken all night? Cassian asked me from the table. Scowling, I stomped toward him, plunk...
I didn’t. My mother gave it to me as a keepsake, then took it back when I reached maturity—and gave it to the Weaver for safekeeping. Why? So I wouldn’t waste it.
I didn't wait for him to stretch out his hand before I went to him. And looking up into his face I said, I want to paint you. He gently lifted me into his arms. Nude would be best, he said in my ear.
I couldn't get out; I couldn't get out; I couldn't get out.
I could barely look at him without wanting to combust
I belong to NO ONE. But my heart belongs to you
I began shaking my head as if I could unsee it as Lucien and Tamlin stepped into the light.
I am yours, and you are mine.
Hush. Your hair was so pretty. I was hoping you’d let me braid it one day. I suppose I’ll have to buy a pony instead.
His skin shimmered with veins of pure gold -- iridescent, like a blue butterfly.
He’d almost told the princess that she could keep Hellas’s Horse, but there was something to be said about the prospect of charging down Morath foot soldiers atop a horse named Butterfly.
Here's a lesson for you Weapons Master, she said, stalking past him. Give me real men to fight. Then maybe I'll bother trying.
Her people. Her people, waiting for ten years, but no longer.
Her mother placed a phantom hand over Aelin’s heart.'It is the strength of this that matters. No matter where you are, no matter how far, this will lead you home.
Hello, Celaena, he said as calmly as he could, well aware that two Fae males behind him could hear his thundering heart. Rolfe whipped his head toward him. Because it was Celaena who sat here—for what...
He wouldn't let his servants change the sheets on his bed because they still smelled like her, because he went to sleep dreaming that she was still lying beside him.
He would see that world reborn, even if it took his last breath. Even if he had no name now, no position or title save Oath-Breaker, Traitor, Liar.
He would move on. Because he would not be like the ancient kings in the song and keep her for himself. She deserved a loyal, brave knight who saw her for what she was and did not fear her. And deserv...