That’s thirty, Ansel said. We can count, Rolfe snipped. Ansel lifted a wine-red brow. Can you really? Despite the army marching on them, Lysandra’s mouth twitched upward. Rolfe just rolled his eyes an...
That wildness, that untamed fierceness...They weren't born of a free heart, but of one that had known despair so complete that living brightly, living violently, was the only way to outrun it.
Thank you, Archer said again. She kept walking, listening for any sign of him moving to attack her back. I knew you were a good woman, he said. Celaena halted. Turned. There was a hint of triumph in h...
So it would be me. Alone. Rhys kissed my brow. If someone propositions you, tell them we’ll both be free in an hour.
So Chaol brushed away her tears, lifted her chin, and kissed her.
So Chaol brushed away her tears, lifted her chin, and kissed her. The kiss obliterated her. It was like coming home or being born or suddenly finding an entire half of herself that had been missing. H...
Slowly, she turned to him. It was her face—or it would be in a few years. When she Settled. But it wasn’t the slightly older features that knocked the breath from him. It was the hand on her rounded b...
Should I thank you for putting on pants? Lorcan said, his voice no more than a midnight wind. I didn't want you to feel inadequate, Rowan replied, leaning against the roof door.
She's mine. And if any of you lay a hand on her, you lose that hand. And then lose your head. And once Feyre is done killing you, then I'll grind your bones to dust.
She wouldn't leave him like this, in this cold, dark room.She yanked out of Arobynn's grasp. Wordlessly, she unfastened her cloak and spread it over Sam, covering the damage that had been so carefully...
She won't understand. And when she goes over the edge, there will be nothing to pull her back. She will find her way back. She always does.Tears formed, but the princess blinked them away. For all our...
She was surprised that her hands had not forgotten, that somewhere in her mind, after a year of darkness and slavery, music was still alive and breathing. That somewhere, between the notes, was Sam. S...
She was a whirlwind of steel and blood. As he watched her cut through the men as though they were stalks of wheat in a field, he understood how she had gotten so close to touching Endovier's wall that...
She was a whirling cloud of death, a queen of shadows, and these men were already carrion.
She was a force of nature. She was a calamity and a commander of immortal warriors of legend.
She tensed, already taking in every detail she could.But she squared her shoulders. Straightened her spine.My name is Celaena Sardothien, she whispered, and I will not be afraid.
She stepped aside, dodging him with maddening ease. Grave lunged again. But faster than he could follow she ducked and slashed her sword across his shins. He hit the wet ground before he felt the pain...
She never had many friends, and the ones she had often disappointed her. Sometimes with devastating consequences, as she’d learned that summer with the Silent Assassins of the Red Desert. After that,...
She knew the gold in her eyes had shifted to flame, because when she looked to Maeve, the queen’s face had gone bone-white. And then Celaena set the world on fire.
She first screamed at the ball, then took the cue in her hands and bit down upon the shaft, still screaming through her clamped teeth.