Because hers was not a story of darkness.
Because I can’t stay away.
Be glad of your human heart, Feyre. Pity those who don’t feel anything at all.
Ansel smiled, a winning grin. Half of them are on their way there now. Ready to join with Terrasen. The country of my friend Celaena Sardothien, who did not forget it, even when she was in the Red Des...
And when that night-kissed wind winnowed us away, away into war, away into untold danger … I prayed that my promise held true.
And when she grasped the dagger, its weight lighter than she remembered, Rowan looked into her eyes, into the very core of her, and said, Fireheart.
And when Aelin lifted her head to survey the cheering crowd, when she smiled, Queen of Terrasen and the Faerie Queen of the West, she burned bright as a star.
And what’s wrong with headstrong girls? she pressed. Other than the fact that they’re not wooden-headed ninnies who can only open their mouths to give orders and gossip?
And she wondered if it were possible to love someone enough to die from it. If it were possible to love someone enough that time and distance and death were of no concern.
And I wondered if my face had appeared like that—the day I’d first seen Velaris. The mix of awe and anger and the realization that the world was large, and beautiful, and sometimes so overwhelming in...
And I realized—I realized how badly I'd been treated before, if my standards had become so low. If the freedom I'd been granted felt like a privilege and not an inherent right.
All those years, what I did for them... And they didn't try to stop you from taking me. There it was, the giant pain that cracked me in two if I thought about it too long.
Aelin frightens everyone…But not him. I think that’s why she fell in love with him, against her best intentions. Rowan beheld all Aelin was and is, and he was not afraid
Aelin frightens everyone.
Aelin Galathynius, Queen of Terrasen, knew the time would soon come to prove just how much she'd bleed for Erilea.
Aedion nocked an arrow into his bow, arm straining as he pulled back the string. As one, the army gathered on the city walls did the same. Let’s make this a fight worthy of a song, Aedion said.
Adarlan could take their freedom, it could destroy their lives and beat and whip them, it could force them into ridiculous contests, but, criminal or not, they were stil human. Dying—rather than playi...
A white-tailed hawk still flew overhead, and it swooped low to brush its star-silvered wing against her cheek in farewell before it turned back with a sharp cry.
A land where two dreamers had found peace between their peoples. Where there was no wall. No iron wards. No ash arrows.
Her dearest friends are characters in books.