It'll be dangerous Good. It would be boring otherwise.
It would not take a monster to destroy a monster - but light, light to drive out darkness.
It wasn't that she was mad at him for being uninjured. She was so relieved she could have vomited, actually.
It was like waking up or being born or falling out of the sky. It was an answer and a song, and she could not think or feel fast enough.
It was like dying a little every day. It was like being alive, too. It was joy so complete it was pain. It destroyed me and unmade me and forged me
It was hope that stood beside him, hidden and protected these years in this city, and in the years before it, spirited across the earth by the gods themselves, concealed from the forces poised to dest...
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 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 should have been me.
It might have looked beautiful, had she not known what corruption and filth dwelt within it. And what monstrosity ruled over it all.
It made her the greatest threat he'd ever encountered.
It is the strength of this that matters. No matter where you are, no matter how far, this will lead you home.
It certainly seems like it’s your shop, he said at last, turning his attention back to her. Emerie had drifted a few feet away, her back straight, chin upraised. He’d seen Nesta in that particular pos...
Is there a purpose to this visit, or may I return to my book?
In the silence of her bedroom, she swore an oath to the moonlight that if Sam were hurt, no force in the world would hold her back from slaughtering everyone responsible.
In silence, they stared. Bells began pealing; people shouted. Not with fear. But in wonder. A hand rising to her mouth, Aelin scanned the broad sweep of the world. The mountain wind brushed away her t...
In our world where we'd forgotten the names of our gods, a promise was law; a promise was currency; a promise was your bond.