She knew he meant it. He’d burn the library, the city or the whole world to ashes if she asked him. It was their bond, marked by blood and scent and something else she couldn’t place. A tether as stro...
She batted her eyelashes & readjusted her shackles as if they were lace gloves.
She would tuck Sam into her heart, a bright light for her to take out whenever things were darkest.
What's your name? he asked above the roar of the music.She leaned close. My name is Wind, she whispered. And Rain. And Bone and Dust. My name is a snippet of a half-remembered song.He chuckled a low,...
So she steeled herself. I have never told anyone this story. No one in the world knows it. But it's mine, she said, blinking past the burning in her eyes, and it's time for me to tell it.Rowan leaned...
She couldn't bring herself to care, because those moment she spent brawling were the few moments she felt like herself again.
She shook off his grip. I am what I am, and I don't particularly care what you think of me. Well, I care what you think of me. I care enough that I stayed at this disgusting party for you. And I care...
I'm impressed you got up here so quickly - and without a pack of court ladies hounding after you. Perhaps you should try your hand at being an assassin. He shook the hair out of his face. I'm not inte...
You could rattle the stars,' she whispered. 'You could do anything, if only you dared.
The world was waiting--wide open and hers for the taking.
Chaol, he said, looking over his shoulder. Dorian's eyes were frozen, his jaw clenched. Treat her well.
Are you as deft at handling your sword as Captain Westfall?Better, he whispered in her ear.
I love you. There is no limit to what I can give to you, no time I need. Even when this world is forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will love you.
I have no name, she purred. I'm whoever the keepers of my fate tell me to be.
She would fill the world with it, with her light-her gift. She would light up the darkness, so brightly that all who were lost or wounded or broken would find their way to it, a beacon for those who s...
The girl who'd taken on a Pirate Lord and his entire island, the girl who'd stolen Asterion horses and raced along the beach in the Red Desert, the girl who'd sat on her own rooftop, watching the sun...
The world was too big, too full of splintered dreams.
I'm not ill like that, she groaned. He sat on her bed, peeling back the blanket. A servant entered, frowning at the mess on the floor, and shouted for help.Then it what way?I,uh... Her face was so hot...
Not flowers—never flowers in Terrasen. Instead, they carried small stones to graves to mark their visits, to tell the dead that they still remembered.Stones were eternal—flowers were not.
Perhaps there was an unstoppable magic inherent in music and art.
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