Aedion Ashryver walked into Aelin's suite of rooms in time to see that Aelin was awake-finally awake, and lifting her face to Rowan's. They were sitting on the bed, Aelin in Rowan's lap, the Fae warri...
¿Y bien?-Esas cicatrices son horribles -respondió él, casi en susurros. Ella ses llevó la mano a la cadera y se encaminó al vestidor.-Todos tenemos cicatrices, Dorian. Resulta que las mías son más vis...
You might be my mate, he said, but you remain your own person. You decide you fate – your choices. Not me. You chose yesterday. You choose every day. Forever.
Whatever you do, I said quietly, don’t marry Tomas Mandray. His father beats his wife, and none of his sons do anything to stop it. Nesta’s eyes widened, but I added, Bruises are harder to conceal tha...
There are different kinds of darkness, Rhys said. I kept my eyes shut. There is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the darkness that is restful. I pictured each. There is the dark...
Then, Mother above, Nesta shifted her attention to Cassian, noticing that gleam—what it meant. She snarled softly, What are you looking at?Cassian’s brows rose—little amusement to be found now. Someon...
The words were casual, but that was panic in his eyes. Not-- not the controlling fear Tamlin had once succumbed to, but...genuine terror of not knowing where I was, i I needed help. Just as I would wa...
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 mix of awe and anger and the realisation that the world was large, and beautiful, and sometimes so overwhelming in its wonder that it was impossible to drink it all down at once
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...
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.
That was fine—fair enough. We owed each other nothing beyond our promises to work and fight together. He could still be my friend. Companion—whatever this thing was between us. His taking someone to h...