Thank you for finding her for me, my saviour said to them, smooth and polished. Enjoy the Rite. There was enough of a bite beneath his last words that the faeries stiffened. Without further comment, t...
Tell the others, Aelin breathed, trying to find the right words. Tell the others that I am sorry. Tell Lysandra to remember her promise, and that I will never stop being grateful. Tell Aedion … Tell h...
Tall, broad-shouldered, every inch of him seemingly corded with muscle, he was a male blooded with power. He paused in a dusty shaft of sunlight, his silver hair gleaming. As if his delicately pointed...
Spirit that could not be broken. You do not yield. She would endure it again, if asked. She would do it. Every brutal hour and bit of agony. And it would hurt, and she would scream, but she’d face it....
Spell-Cleaver. That was his title. She surveyed him with her usual disdain. But Helion gave her the same bow he’d offered me—though his smile was edged with enough sensuality that even my heart raced...
Something wild and foreign issued a cry within her, shattering through the pain in her head, and thoughts of poppies and cages faded away. She must do what was necessary to save the crown - and her fu...
Someone who might-who did understand what it was like to be crippled at your very core, someone who was still climbing inch by inch out of that abyss.
Some things are more important than death.
So here we are.The end of the road.No. The beginning of the next.
So Dorian closed his eyes, and took another long breath. And when he opened his eyes, he let her go.
She’d entered a city made entirely of leather and paper. Celaena put a hand against her heart.
She’d been in love with him for a while now. Longer than she wanted to admit. She tried not to think about it, whether he felt the same. Those things—those wishes—were at the bottom of a very, very lo...
She was the heir of fire. She was fire, and light, and ash, and embers. She was Aelin Fireheart, and she bowed for no one and nothing, save the crown that was hers by blood and survival and triumph.
She was still on the fall down. There was no getting up, because there was no bottom.
She was not becoming anything different from what she always was and always had the capacity to be. You just finally saw everything. And once you saw that other part of her… You cannot pick and choose...
She was not ashamed of the truth before her. She was not afraid. Manon’s grandmother led the attack, her maneuvers the deadliest. It was from her that the first slice of pain appeared. A rip of iron n...
She was fire, she was darkness, she was dust and blood and shadow.
She was drunk, and silly, and so full of the glory of being young and alive and in the capital of the world that she could hardly contain herself.
She was as much a queen as Maeve. She was the sovereign of a strong people and a mighty kingdom. She was the heir of ash and fire, and she would bow to no one.
She tore off his grip, and then she was walking out the kitchen door, across the courtyard, through the ward-stones, and along the invisible barrier- until she found a spot just out of sight of the fo...