Death had been her curse and her gift and her friend for these long, long years. She was happy to greet it again under the golden morning sun.
We'd better eat before we raise hell. - Aelin Ashrvyer Galathynius
An unspoken question arose in those green eyes. Aelin?She ignored the silent inquiry, unable to bear opening that silent channel between them again, and surveyed the powerful lines of his body, the sh...
To whatever end, he whispered.Silver lined her eyes. To whatever end.A reminder—and a vow, more sacred than the wedding oaths they’d sworn on that ship.To walk this path together, back from the darkne...
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.
There are no gods left to watch, I’m afraid. And there are no gods left to help you now, Aelin Galathynius.'Aelin smiled, and Goldryn burned brighter. 'I am a god.
And then, Ress was saying, his boyish face set with fiendish delight, just as he got her into bed, stark naked as the day he was born, her father walked in- winces and groans came from the guards, eve...
Aelin wiped her hands. Well, that’s over and done with, she announced, and strode to the desk and map. Shall we discuss where you all plan to march once we beat the living shit out of this army?
I'd hate for you to waste away into nothing. It'd be a shame to lose the most beautiful woman in the world so soon into her immortal, wicked life.
The Wing Leader said from behind her, Do you believe monsters are born, or made?From what she'd seen today, she would say some creatures were very much born evil. But what Manon was asking... I'm not...
Holy gods. He'd frozen the whole damn lake. He was THAT powerful?
Then, holding Manon's gaze, Aelin sheathed her mighty blade across her back, the giant ruby in the pommel catching in the midday light. Swords are boring, the queen said, and palmed two fighting knive...
He was Lord of Nothing. Lord of Oath-Breakers. Lord of Liars.
She wouldn't ask. Didn't want to know what manner of thing might crawl toward a fire.
Thank you for the oil, he added. My skin was a little dry.
Wrong kind of witch. - Manon Blackbeak
My name is Celaena Sardothien, she whispered, and I will not be afraid.
Hw would probably have been even more scandalised to learn I'm not wearing any undergarments beneath this dress.' - Aelin Ashrvyer Galathynius
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.
Aelin looked at Chaol and Dorian and sobbed. Opened her arms to them, and wept as they held each other. I love you both, she whispered. And no matter what may happen, no matter how far we may be, that...