The demon hissed.
Thank you for the oil, he added. My skin was a little dry.
Hw would probably have been even more scandalised to learn I'm not wearing any undergarments beneath this dress.' - Aelin Ashrvyer Galathynius
Maybe this city did deserve Aelin Galathynius’s flames. Maybe Chaol deserved to burn, too.
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.
Aedion - every breath she took seemed to echo his name. Aedion, Aedion, Aedion.
She dared a look at Rowan, whose face remained carefully blank, but saw the words there anyway. You wicked, clever fox. And here you were, thinking the red hair was just for vanity. I shall never doub...
The king standing before them gaped as the shield of flame died out to reveal Aelin and Dorian, hand in hand, glowing like newborn gods as their magic entwined.
Magic makes people dangerous.
This witch had been crafted from the darkness between the stars.
Aelin sighed. 'This place has been shut down for months, and yet I swear I can still hear the music floating in the air.'
They were infinite. They were the beginning and the ending; they were eternity. The king standing before them gaped as the shield of flame died out to reveal Aelin and Dorian, hand in hand, glowing li...
The wrath Chaol found in Aelin’s eyes was world-ending. You bring my court into this, Chaol, Aelin said with lethal softness, and I don’t care what you were to me, or what you have done to help me. Yo...
He stared at her; she stared right back. Unyielding, unbreakable. They'd been cut from the same cloth. Aedion loosed a breath and looked at their joined hands - then opened his to examine her scarred...
Are you ashamed of what I've done? she dared to ask. His brow creased. Why would you ever think that?She couldn't quite look him in the eye as she ran a finger down the blanket. Are you?Aedion was sil...
Fae warriors: invaluable in a fight—and raging pains in her ass at all other times.
One last time - you have to wear this mask one last time, and then you can bury Celaena Sardothien forever.
Let’s go rattle the stars.
Whatever you had to do to survive, whatever you did from spite or rage or selfishness … I don’t give a damn. You’re here—and you’re perfect. You always were, and you always will be.
It would all be fine, even if it went to hell, so long as he was here with her.