We're too powerful, and too bored with immortality, to be checked by anything else.
Want you out of Velaris, Feyre breathed, her voice shaking. Nesta tried—tried and failed—not to feel the blow, the sting of the words. Though she didn’t know why she was surprised by it. There were no...
Surveyed the cabin around me, the surfaces I’d painted nearly a year ago. I was promised a wall, Rhys. A pause. A long pause. I’ve taken you against a wall before. These walls. Another long, long paus...
Had no doubt the same would happen in the tavern, and had no doubt Nesta would resent us for ruining her night. At least I could slip inside mostly unnoticed. If both of us went in there, I knew my si...
You’re remarkably judgmental.What’s the point in having a mind if you don’t use it to make judgments?What’s the point in having a heart if you don’t use it to spare others from the harsh judgments of...
You're still lovely, Mor said a bit gently.Elain offered a half smile. I suppose that war makes wanting things like that unimportant.Mor was quiet for a heartbeat. Perhaps. But you should not let war...
You were worth it. All these years, all the waiting. You’re worth it. He’d known the moment she had looked up at him as she stood before his execution block, defiant and wicked and wild.
You were born on the longest night of the year. His fingers again stroked down my back. Lower. You were meant to be at my side from the very beginning
You think I don't know how stories get written- how this story will be written? Rhys put his hands on his chest, his face more open, more anguished than I'd seen it. I am the dark lord, who stole away...
You might be my mate, he said, but you remain your own person. You decide your fate - your choices. Not me. You chose yesterday. You choose every day. Forever.
You love your country, she said. I can't let you give all that up. He caught a glimmer of pain and hope in her eyes, and before he knew what he was doing , he'd closed the distance between them, one h...
You collect scars because you want proof that you are paying for whatever sins you've committed. And I know this because I've been doing the same damn thing for two hundred years. Tell me, do you thin...
Yes, she would go—to Rifthold, to anywhere, even through the Gates of the Wyrd and into Hell itself, if it meant freedom. After all, you aren’t Adarlan’s Assassin for nothing.
Would I have loved her if I had know from the start what she is? He shook his head. If I had met her now... my first instinct would be to protect Dorian from her.Celaena was a fraction of Aelin - both...
With every breath, Aideon felt that lingering scent wrapping tighter around his heart and soul. When she came back, he was never letting her go.
With each day, he felt the barriers melting. He let them melt. Because of her genuine laugh, because he caught her one afternoon sleeping with her face in the middle of a book, because he knew that sh...
Wincing, Celaena slumped next to Rowan on the bench, and swore viciously at the pain in her leg, her face, her arms. Swore at the pain in the ass sitting right next to her.
Who do you wish to be? he asked the barely woven tapestry within himself. Let the threads and knots take form, crafting the picture within his mind. Starting small.
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...