She and Chaol would never be a normal boy and girl, but perhaps in that world they could make a life of their own. She wanted that life. Because even though he’d pretended nothing had happened after t...
Shall I gag you, or are you capable of being silent without my assistance?
See what you want, Aelin, and seize it. Don't ask for it; don't wish for it. Take it.
Sam probably folded his undergarments.
Run and run and disappear into the mountains and live in solitude in the dark green of the wild, with a pine needle carpet and a blanket of stars overhead. She could do it.
Rowan wriggled his fingers in silent reminder. Shall we? Aelin scowled and took his hand, letting him haul her to her feet. So pushy. Rowan slid an arm around her shoulders. That’s the most polite thi...
Rhys’s lip pulled back from his teeth. I dare you. Temper—he had to be in some mood today to let his temper show this much. Good. That made two of us. I flung my other shoe right at his head, as swift...
Rhysand, the male who had always presented me with a choice not as a gift, but as my own gods-given right.
Rhysand merely raised a brow. I already have everything I want.
Rhysand just brushed an invisible fleck of dust off Tamlin’s sleeve. Part of me admired the sheer nerve it must have taken. Had Tamlin’s teeth been inches from my throat, I would have bleated in panic...
Rhys was quiet for a moment. :Do you want me to come with you? To paint? I’d be an excellent nude model.
Rhys said, We will walk onto that field and only accept Death when it comes to haul us away to the Otherworld. We will fight for life, for survival, for our futures. But if it is decided by that tapes...
Remember that you are a wolf. And you cannot be caged.
Rattle the stars
Rain continued beating against the hall windows, a distant reminder that there was still a world around them.
Quiet as mice, quiet as the wind, quiet as the grave.
Put a shirt on while you’re at it, I quipped. A feline smile. Does it make you uncomfortable? I’m surprised there aren’t more mirrors in this house, since you seem to love looking at yourself so much....
Prince Rowan Whitethorn, of Doranelle. Former commander to Queen Maeve, and a member of her royal household. Yrene could have sworn the blood drained wholly from Arghun’s face. Aelin Galathynius is to...
Primal anger sharpened in his gut, brimming with a territorial, possessive need. Not a need for her, but a need to portect--a male's duty and honor.
Please don't go.He let out an uneven breath. You'll be fine without me. You always have been.Maybe once, but not now. How can I convince you to stay?You can't.She threw down the torch. Do you want me...