What is that? Manon asked, sniffing subtly. Kaltain just squeezed Elide’s fingers. You find Celaena Sardothien. Give her this. No one else. No one else. Tell her that you can open any door, if you hav...
We don't look back. It helps no one and nothing to look back.
We come to honor a friend.
Wasn't learning to lose gracefully part of your training?No, she said sourly. Arobynn told me that second place was just a nice title for the first loser.
Up close, though, these warring hues were offset by the brilliant ring of gold around her pupils.
Unleashing a cry that set the world trembling, Prince Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius, Consort of the Queen of Terrasen, began the hunt to find his wife.
To the stars who listen, Feyre.To the dreams tat are answered, Rhys.
To the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys. He picked up his glass, his gaze so piercing that I wondered why I had bothered blushing at all for Tarquin. Rhys clinked his glass against mine. To...
There was good in people—deep down, there was always a shred of good. There had to be.
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 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.
The Wing Leader said from behind her, Do you believe monsters are born, or made? From what she’d seen today, she would say some creatures were very much born evil. But what Manon was asking … I’m not...
The Captain of the Guard would be an interesting opponent. Maybe even worthy of some effort on her part.