Her voice was soft, ethereal, the sound of a lullaby half-remembered. The songs she sang, one by one, held Celaena in place. Songs of distant lands, of forgotten legends, of lovers forever waiting to be reunited.
I’ve been convicted as an assassin already.
My name is Sam Cortland... and I will not be afraid. I’ve been doing it for years.
Celaena had been everything that Aelin wasn’t. She had embraced that life, even if Celaena’s accomplishments were death and torture and pain.
But her ears had pricked when he’d introduced himself to her overseer as Chaol Westfall, Captain of the Royal Guard, and suddenly, the sky loomed, the mountains pushed from behind, and even the earth swelled toward her knees.
We need hope as much as we need bread and meat,” he interrupted, his eyes clear for a rare moment. “We need hope, or else we cannot endure. So let her keep this hope, Feyre. Let her imagine a better life. A better world.
For a breath she wished for a shape-shifter’s heart so she could shed her skin and weave herself into something else, the music or the wind, and blow across the world.
Nehemia was gone. That vibrant, fierce, loving soul; the princess who had been called the Light of Eyllwe; the woman who had been a beacon of hope – just like that, as if she were no more than a wisp of candlelight, she was gone.
Well,” she said, “I suppose our mission just got a little more complicated.” “Oh? And why is that?” She shook off the blush his touch had brought to her face and gave him a slow, wicked smile. Philip had no idea who he’d tried to dispatch, or of the world of pain that was headed his way. You didn’t try to drown Adarlan’s Assassin in a sewer and get away with it. Not in a thousand lifetimes. “Because,” she said, “my list of people to kill is now one person longer.
Elena had never considered where she might die – never considered that it might be so far from the rocky green of Terrasen. That her body might not be burned, but devoured by the dread-lord’s beasts. There would be no marker to tell the world where a Princess of Terrasen had fallen. There would be no marker for any of them.
I am Aelin Galathynius, and I will not be afraid.
Honestly, she sometimes wondered if there was something a bit wrong with her for being able to cry so easily.
Totusi, imaginea ii bantui visele in timpul noptii : o fata minunata privind catre stele, iar stelele privind-o si ele.
It is only with the eye that one can see rightly.
The only thing all the intended disorientation had accomplished was to familiarize her with the building. Idiots.
And had then acted territorial enough to make Rowan wonder if he seemed so ridiculous around Aelin all the time.
You are nothing more than a coward.
Lightheaded and immensely heavy all at once, Celaena faced the room. On an ornate redwood throne sat a handsome young man. Her heart stopped as everyone bowed. She was standing in front of the Crown Prince of Adarlan.
Bibliotecile erau pline de idei, probabil cele mai periculoase si mai puternice dintre toate armele.
Only Rhys remained, and I hated him as I clung to him, I hated him with my entire heart – Then.