You could rattle the stars,that's what scares you the most
You could be great. You could rattle the stars. You could do anything if only you dared.
Would you walk Dorian back to his room? She batted her eyelashes at him, striding through the door as he opened it for her. Or is this a privilege that only your lady-friends receive?If I had any lady...
When Rhys came back, after Amarantha, he was a ghost. He pretended he wasn't, but he was. You made him come alive again.
What time are we back in the training ring tomorrow?To his credit, Cassian didn’t so much as glance at Nesta as he replied with a lazy smile, I’d say dawn, but since I’m feeling rather grateful that y...
There were few sounds she enjoyed more than the groans of dying men, but the wind was one of them.
There was good in people—deep down, there was always a shred of good. There had to be.
There is a better world out there. And I have seen it. Even the Thirteen looked toward her now. I have seen witch and human and Fae dwell together in peace. And it is not a weakness to do so, but a st...
There had never been any line between them, only his own stupid fear and pride. Because from the moment he'd pulled her out of that mine in Endovier and she had set those eyes upon him, still fierce d...
There are other ways around it, she had added with such quiet venom. We might not be able to deal with him, but there are some friends that I made across the sea …
The world balanced on the edge of a knife, slipping, slipping, slipping.
The seven Courts of Prythian, each ruled by a High Lord, all of them deadly in their own way. They are not merely powerful-they are Power.
The prince’s eyes shone with amusement at her brashness but lingered a bit too long on her body.
The painting flashed into my mind.Flashed–and stayed there, glimmering before it faded.But it remained, shining faintly, in that hole inside my chest.The hole that was slowly starting to heal over.
The only evidence I had at all that Rhys remained on the premises were the blank copies of the alphabet, along with several sentences I was to write every day, swapping out words, each one more obnoxi...
The night she'd been captured, she'd also snapped, and come SO CLOSE to killing the person she most wanted to destroy before someone knocked her out and she awoke in a rotting dungeon. She smiled bitt...
The music folded over itself like batter being poured from a bowl, one note atop another...
The issue isn't whether he loved you, it's how much. Too much. Love can be poison
The heart he’d offered and had been left to drop on the wooden planks of the river docks. An assassin who had sailed away and a queen who had returned.
The first snow of winter had begun whipping through Velaris an hour earlier.