She haunted his thoughts, made him wish to do grand and wonderful things in her name.
She had always been drawn to the untamed, wild things of the world.
She didn’t care what this group wanted with her. She didn’t care what sort of information they expected to twist from her. When they had taken Chaol, they’d made the biggest mistake of their lives. Th...
She didn't want to go out into a world where he didn't exist. So she watched the light shift and change, and let the world pass by without her.
She also didn’t fail to note the hand Lorcan kept on Elide’s back. The glow on the lady’s face. Aelin could guess well enough what that glow was from. Even Lorcan’s dark eyes were bright. It didn’t st...
Sand whispered behind him as Lorcan stepped up to his side. I will go with you. I will help you get her back. Gavriel rasped, We’ll find her. Aedion at last looked away from Lysandra at that. But he s...
Sam, she murmured into his chest. Hmm? She peeled away from him, stepping out of his arms. If you ever tell anyone about me embracing you … I’ll gut you. Sam
Rowan waited, knowing she was gathering the words, hating the pain and sorrow and guilt on every line of her body. He’d sell his soul to the dark god to never have her look like that again.
Rowan raced beside her, but made no move to grab her. No, Rowan was … playing. He threw a glance at her, breathing hard but evenly. And it might have been the sun through the canopy, but she could hav...
Rowan looked into her eyes, into the very core of her, and said, Fireheart.
Rolfe’s eyes narrowed to slits. Why? You’ll have to clarify that. He took a breath. Why go to so much trouble for slaves? Because if we don’t fight for them, who will? She pulled a fountain pen from h...
Rhysand’s face became a mask of calm fury as he stared and stared at me. I remember you, he purred. It seems like you ignored my warning to stay out of trouble.
Remember that we have something to fight for, and it will always triumph.
My bowels turned watery.
Keeping her head, Yrene decided, was a very good birthday gift indeed.
It’s cold as hell! Mor called from the front hall, startling me from the warmth pooling in my core. And who the hell let Cassian and Feyre decorate?
It was an effort not to peek over her shoulder. Don’t you even dare, a voice hissed in her head.
It was a message to the world. Aelin was a warrior, able to fight with blade or magic. And she was done with hiding.
It is not such a thing, is it - to die for your friends.
It is a new world, and we must decide how we are to end this old one and begin it anew.