I am what I am and I don’t particularly care what you think of me.
You want to know the grand Crochan secret?” she went on. “Our great truth that we keep from you, that we guard with our lives? It is not where we hide, or how to break your curse. You have known all this time how to break it – you have known for five hundred years that your salvation lies in your hands alone. No, our great secret is that we pity you.
You have one sentence to convince me not to kill you all,′ she said to Archer as Chaol came to her side. ‘One sentence.
Every one of the restraints she’d locked into place after she’d rampaged through Endovier snapped free. An icy, endless rage swept through her, wiping away everything except the plan that she could see with brutal clarity. The killing clam, Arobynn Hamel had once called it. Even he had never realized just how calm she could get when she went over the edge. If they wanted Adarlan’s Assassin, they’d get her. And Wryd help them when she arrived.
And that was a winged male sitting on the opposite roof. Staring right at her.
Mock me again,” she spat at Verin, “and I’ll do that with my sword the next time.” She turned from him, and found Brullo’s face slack. “Here’s a lesson for you, Weapons Master,” she said, stalking past him. “Give me real men to fight. Then maybe I’ll bother trying.
No one had ever fought for him. No one had ever cared enough to do so.
He cleared his throat as her eyelids shifted, her dark lashes bobbing up – then lifting wholly. Gold sleep-murky eyes met his. “Hello, witchling,” he said. Her full, sensuous mouth tightened slightly, either in a repressed grimace or smile, he couldn’t tell. But she sat up, her moon-white hair sliding forward – her chains clanking. “Hello, princeling,” she said.
We are grateful, Rhysand,” Amren said quietly. “More than you know.
He rubbed his jaw. “Any ideas?” She nodded slowly, dread curling in her gut. “Promise me you won’t go ballistic.
Everyone wants to talk-talk-talk,” Mor said, giving a warning glare at Cassian, who had indeed opened his mouth. “Can’t we eat-eat-eat, and then talk?
A shadow slammed into the earth before us, cracking the ice toward every horizon. Not a shadow. An Illyrian warrior.
Gwyn whispered, “I am the rock against which the surf crashes.” Nesta straightened at the words, as if they were a prayer and a summons. Gwyn lifted the blade. “Nothing can break me.
I cannot survive without reading.
Keep reaching out your hand.
Amren put a hand above Nesta’s heart. “That’s the key, isn’t it? To know the darkness will always remain, but how you choose to face it, handle it... that’s the most important part. To not let it consume. To focus upon the good, the things that fill you with wonder.” She gestured to the stars zooming past. “The struggle with that darkness is worth it, just to see such things.
For every Nesta out there- climb the mountain.
Nesta had loved Cassian since she’d first laid eyes on him. Had loved him even when she did not want to, even when she had been swallowed by despair and fear and hatred. Had loved him and destroyed herself because she didn’t believe she deserved him, because he was all that was good, and brave, and kind, and she loved him, she loved him, she loved him.
Cassian leaned to whisper in her ear, “The first time I saw that look on your face, you were still human. Still human, and I nearly went to my knees before you.
Your power is a song, and one I’ve waited a very, very long time to hear, Nesta.