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...
Magic makes people dangerous.
For across every mountain, spread beneath the green canopy of Oakwald, carpeting the entire Plain of Theralis, the kingsflame was blooming.
For a heartbeat, the silence peeled back long enough for that question to worm its way into her skull, into her skin, into her breath and bones. And in the dark, she remembered.
I want a husband to warm my bed, and my bed alone.
He had killed his way across the world; he had gone to war and back more times than he cared to remember. And despite it all, despite the rage and despair and ice he’d wrapped around his heart, he’d s...
Shit. He was in such deep, unending shit.
From tears to sass in a few minutes. I'm glad the month apart hasn't dimmed your usual good spirits.
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...
You always wear that necklace, he said. Is it another gift? Though she wore gloves, he glanced at her hand - where the amethyst ring always sat - and the spark died from his eyes.No. She covered the a...
She stared at the castle unflinchingly, her form silhouetted against the blazing brightness that sat on the edge of the Avery River. Clouds gathered above them and she raised her head. Through a clear...
One last time - you have to wear this mask one last time, and then you can bury Celaena Sardothien forever.
My name is Sam Cortland... and I will not be afraid.
She didn't fear the night, though she found little comfort in its dark hours.
Let’s make this a fight worthy of a song.
Dorian nodded his thanks. The first time you met Aelin, did you know...?A snort. No. Gods, no. We wanted to kill each other. The amusement flickered. She was... in a very dark place. We both were. But...
Who do you wish to be?
When she awoke every morning, she repeated the same words: I will not be afraid.
To four years until freedom, she said lifting her glass.He raised his in salute. To you, Celaena. Their eyes met, and Chaol didn't hide his smile as she grinned at him. Perhaps four years with her mig...
We each survive in our own way.