You can’t just toss us out. What will we do? Where will we go? I hear hell is particularly nice at this time of year.
You can't reason against it. Even if it wasn't in our culture, there would still be an instinct to protest the defenseless, regardless of whether they're female or male, young or old.
You and this city helped wake me up—helped bring me back to life. His eyes flickered as I smiled up at him. I will fight with everything I have, too, Rhys. Everything. He
While Aelin threw herself at the rungs lining the catapult’s wheeled base, and began pushing. Turning it. Away from Orynth, from the castle. Precisely as Aelin had told him Sam Cortland had done in Sk...
When you erupt, girl, make sure it is felt across worlds.
What’s the point in having a heart if you don’t use it to spare others from the harsh judgments of your mind?
What is that bruise? Lucien demanded.I pointed with my fork to Tamlin. Ask him. He did it.Lucien looked from Tamlin to me and then back again. Why does Feyre have a bruise on her neck from you? he ask...
What if you could stand against us—hold your own, a High Lady? There are no High Ladies. His brows furrowed, but he shook his head. We’ll talk about that later, too. But yes, Feyre—there can be High L...
We’re not going to hell, Aelin, he said. But wherever we go, we’ll go together.
Those two in the antechamber, he added, eyes sparkling, might not be on that list of people you should bother knowing, if they keep banging on the door like children.Another pound, emphasized by the f...
They key was not to panic-panic made you stupid. Panic got you killed.
The weaver went on, I have to create, or it was all for nothing. I have to create, or I will crumple up with despair and never leave my bed. I have to create because I have no other way of voicing thi...
The smallest of them was sprawled on his belly, face buried in a mound of wildflowers.
The room behind me was dark. 'Thief,' intoned a lovely voice in the blackness...'You have seen my twin,' the Weaver hissed softly-- with a hint of wonder. 'I smell him on you.'...Somewhere deep in the...
The most powerful pure-blooded Fae male in the world, Chaol said simply. A worthy asset for any court. Especially when they had fallen in love with each other.
The issue isn't whether he loved you, it's how much. Too much. Love can be a poison.
The Yulemas Ball. Maybe earlier. Maybe even Samhuinn, when I brought you this ring. But Yulemas was the first time I realized I didn’t like the idea of you with—with someone else.
The Stag, the Lord of the North. So the people of Terrasen will always know how to find their way home. So they can look up at the sky, no matter where they are and know Terrasen is forever with them.
The Mute Master had told her that people dealt with their pain in different ways—that some chose to drown it, some chose to love it, and some chose to let it turn into rage.
The Crown Prince of Adarlan stared him down. And consider where your true loyalties lie.Once, Chaol might have argued. Once, he might have protested that his loyalty to the crown was his greatest asse...