Lysandra's smile grew. I like your fangs, she said sweetly.Aelin choked on her grape. Of course Lysandra did.Rowan gave a little grin that usually sent Aelin running. Are you studying them so you can...
Tell Aelin Galathynius that Wendlyn has never forgotten Evalin Ashryver, Galan said to him, to Aedion. Or Terrasen.
Rowan just asked, Did you have a favorite form?Lysandra's grin was nothing short of wicked. I liked anything with claws and big, big fangs.
Why, he asked. Why did you save her?She dragged a hand through her hair. [...]Because that golden-haired witch, Asterin ..., Aelin said. She screamed Manon's name the way I screamed yours.
It would all be fine, even if it went to hell, so long as he was here with her.
I kept thinking about how you might never know that I missed you with only an ocean between us. But if it was death separating us … I would find you. I don’t care how many rules it would break. Even i...
She looked at them, at the three males who meant everything—more than everything. Then she smiled with every last shred of courage, of desperation, of hope for the glimmer of that glorious future. Let...
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...
There was a faint ringing in her ears that turned into a roar. And beneath it, a sudden wave of numbness, a too-familiar lack of sight or sound or feeling. She didn't know why it happened, because she...
Rowan stood with his queen in the rain, breathing in her scent, and let her steal his warmth for as long as she needed.
Saying those words made a sharp, quick panic rise up in her, an aching pain that had her throat closing. You left me, she repeated. Maybe it was only out of blind terror at the abyss opening up again...
I spent centuries wandering the world, from empires to kingdoms to wastelands, never settling, never stopping—not for one moment. I was always looking toward the horizon, always wondering what waited...
Gods, without his magic... Humans were remarkable. To be able to survive without leaning on magic... He had to give them credit.
Tell me that even if I lead us all to ruin, we’ll burn in hell together.''We’re not going to hell, Aelin,' he said. 'But wherever we go, we’ll go together.
It was not the sorrowful, lovely piece she had once played for Dorian, and it was not the light, dancing melodies she'd played for sport; it was not the complex and clever pieces she had played for Ne...
He gripped her hard, forcing her to meet his eyes as he snarled, I see you. I see every part of you. And I am not afraid..A line in the burning brightness..
She had lied to him. She had wanted to save lives, yes. But she had gone out there with no intention of saving her own.
It was a long story, and sometimes she grew quiet and cried - and during those times he leaned over to wipe away her tears.
The feeling that passed between them, so powerful there was no language to describe it... It was not mere friendship, but something born of and strengthened by it.
He himself was a beautiful weapon, forged by centuries of ruthless training and warring.