Lysandra gazed at the ring, then lifted her eyes to Aelin’s face— and threw her arms around her neck, squeezing tight. She took that as a yes.
Luck and glory. I wouldn't mind a little of either of those things these days.
Lorcan rose to his feet, swaying again. But Elide was there. And there was nothing of the young woman he’d come to know in her pale, taut face. Nothing of her in the raw voice as Elide said to Lorcan,...
Let me give you a bit of advice.' the girl said bitterly, 'from one working girl to another; life isn't easy, no matter where you are. You'll make choices you think are right and then suffer for them....
Just be careful.You keep saying that.Is there something wrong with saying it?Yes, there is! I'm not some silly fool who can't protect herself or her head!Did I ever imply that?No, but you keep saying...
I’m thinking that I must have been a fool in love to allow myself to be shown so little of the Spring Court. I’m thinking there’s a great deal of that territory I was never allowed to see or hear abou...
It’s never made any difference to me when it came to you. I’d still pick you. I’ll always pick you.
It’s a miracle the king managed to resist executing you until yesterday. Tell me he’s in a rage the likes of which have never been seen before. If you listen hard enough, you can actually hear him shr...
It’s Aelin now, she snapped as loudly as she dared. Celaena Sardothien doesn’t exist anymore.
It’d make a good back-scratcher.
It’d just been a relief to think that for a moment he might have been as lonely as me.
It's Dorian, by the way. Not 'Your Highness'.Very Well.Say it.Say what?Say my name. Say, 'Very well, Dorian'.
It would not take a monster to destroy a monster - but light, light to drive out darkness.
It was her turn to frown. Where are you going? I kissed her cheek, breathing in her lilac-and-pear scent. I have some errands that need tending to. And looking at her, walking beside her, did little t...
It was foolish to even start down this road, when every other man she'd let in had left some wound, in one way or another, accidentally or not.
It was during those infinite hours that she would fix her stare on her companion. Not the queen’s hunter, who could draw out pain like a musician coaxing a melody from an instrument. But the massive w...
It was an effort not to peek over her shoulder. Don’t you even dare, a voice hissed in her head.
It was agony and despair and fear. It was joy and laughter and rest. It was life, all of it...
It told a story...the story of Prythian. It began with a cauldron. A mighty black cauldron held by glowing, slender female hands in a starry, endless night. Those hands tipped it over, and, from it, g...
It might have looked beautiful, had she not known what corruption and filth dwelt within it. And what monstrosity ruled over it all.