I can't bury another friend.You won't.If anything ever happened to you, Rowan-Don't he breathed. Don't even say it. We dealt with that enough the other night.He lifted a hand - hesitated, and then bru...
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.
(n.) Rowan tree.
Aelin sighed. 'This place has been shut down for months, and yet I swear I can still hear the music floating in the air.'Rowan angled his head, studying the dark with those immortal senses. 'Perhaps t...
At dinner, she'd seen the expression flash across his face when he caught Aelin and Rowan smiling at each other. All of Arobynn's jabs and stories had failed to find their mark tonight because Aelin h...
Now when you say staring, are you including yourself in this assessment? I recall you taking in the view on several occasions.""For the last time, I was not staring at you." I was a terrible liar. "No...
Aedion yawned—the lousiest attempt at one Rowan had ever seen—and excused himself.
Rowan considered for a moment, and then said, I have known many kings in my life, Dorian Havilliard. And it was a rare man indeed who asked for help when he needed it, who would put aside pride.
If you're going to have a pissing contest, can you at least do it on the roof?
If you cannot find the peace, then at least hone the anger...
Aelin sighed. 'This place has been shut down for months, and yet I swear I can still hear the music floating in the air.'
A feral smile, and he grabbed her by the chin--not hard enough to hurt, but to get her to look at him. First thing, he breathed, we're not friends. I'm still training you, and that means you're still...
Rowan Whitethorn is a legend. And so is his—what do you call them?Cadre, she said glumly.The six of them … Aedion loosed a breath. We used to tell stories about them around fires. Their battles and ex...
The queen hadn't even bothered to say good-bye. She'd just dashed for the injured Fae warrior, his name like a prayer on her lips. Rowan.
When you shift, will your hawk form be plucked, then?
You and I have always relished damning the odds.