Hers was not a story of darkness. This would not be the story. She would fold it into herself, this place, this fear, but it would not be the whole story. It would not be her story.
Her salary as King’s Champion was considerable, and Celaena spentevery last copper of it. Shoes, hats, tunics, dresses, jewelry, weapons,baubles for her hair, and books. Books and books and books. So...
Hello, Feyre darling, he purred.
Helion let out a dark laugh.
He'd devoured the goat in two bites, then gone back to enjoying the wildflowers.
He values loyalty, cunning, compassion.
He studied the warehouse door. I wouldn’t put it past Lorcan to return the favor you dealt him tonight. He forgets and forgives even less easily than you do. Especially when someone threatens to cut o...
He lifted a brow. Is it that hard for you to even try in front of me?You're a High Lord - don't you have better things to do?Of course. But none as enjoyable as seeing you squirm.You're a real bastard...
He leaned down, nuzzling my throat. Don’t you want to comfort your mate, who has missed you terribly these weeks?
Handsome was a light way of describing what Aedion was. Overwhelming was more like it. Towering and heavily muscled, Aedion was every inch the warrior rumor claimed him to be.
Get up.
Get ready to unleash hell.
For you to have gotten here so fast, you’d have needed to fly, he said to the messenger. This must have been written before the battle even started this morning. The messenger smirked. I was handed tw...
For this week? I want you to learn how to read.
For the first time in a long while, she heard the song of a northern wind, calling her home. And she was not afraid.
Five hundred years ago, I fought on battlefields not far from this house. I fought beside human and faerie alike, bled beside them. I will stand on that battlefield again, Nesta Archeron, to protect t...
Fireheart. The whispered word floated through the eternal night, a glimmer of sound, of light. Fireheart. The woman’s voice was soft, loving. Her mother’s voice. Aelin turned her face away. Even that...
Fine. A man—faerie—of few words. I had killed his friend, was an unwanted guest. I wouldn’t want to talk to me, either.
Everything was comfortable, tasteful, as if the apartment were for lounging and nights by the fire. And there were so many books—on shelves, on the tables by the couch, stacked beside the large armcha...
Everything hurts. Falkan grimaced, rubbing at his leg. Remind me never to do anything heroic again.