Love cannot exist without trust.
I loved you before I ever set eyes on you.
Wave after wave of glass and debris slammed into her wildfire. But she kept that wall of flame burning – for the Royal Theater. And the flower girls at the market. For the slaves and the courtesans and the Faliq family. For the city that had offered her joy and pain, death and rebirth, for the city that had given her music, Aelin kept that wall of fire burning bright.
She could still smell the fires that had raged throughout her eighth and ninth years – the smoke of burning books chock-full of ancient, irreplaceable knowledge, the screams of gifted seers and healers as they’d been consumed by the flames, the storefronts and sacred places shattered and desecrated and erased from history.
What sort of things do you paint?” My question was soft as the snow falling past us. Ressina smiled slightly. “The things that need telling.
He bared his teeth, but she didn’t submit. She’d been watching the demi-Fae warrior males at the fortress, and they growled and showed their teeth about everything.
Lysandra had shifted into a ghost leopard and chased him out. Then she returned, lingering in her massive feline form, and again sprawled beside Aelin. They managed to get another thirty minutes of sleep before Aedion came back and chucked a bucket of water on them.
I wrecked one building, Cassian had said once of his last visit to the Summer Court. Where he was now banned. Apparently, even assisting them in battle hadn’t lifted it.
Stolen hours in a decrepit barn with Isaac Hale didn’t count; those times were hungry and empty and sometimes cruel, but never lovely.
But there he was. Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court, now stood beside me, darkness leaking from him like ink in water. He.
Groaning, Celaena stood and walked to the bookshelf along the wall, where she began pulling out books and stacking them into the nearest empty trunk. She’d have to leave her furniture and most of her shoes behind for now, but there was no way in hell she was going to move to the southern continent without all of her books.
No animal that massive could be so quiet. But if he was no ordinary animal, if he was of Prythian origin, if he was somehow a faerie, then being eaten was the least of my concerns. If he was a faerie, I should already be running.
You’re lucky I found you when I did, though,” he said. “Because he would have smelled you, and claimed you, but it wouldn’t have been Tamlin who brought you into that cave.” His eyes met mine, and a chill went over me. “And I don’t think you would have liked it. Tonight is not for lovemaking.
Hunt’s eyes practically glowed as he said, in full view of those cowering along the street, “I am going to kill you.
The three sentries at the entrance to the mines didn’t know what was happening below. Everyone was always screaming in Endovier. Everyone sounded the same when they died. And the three sentries screamed just like the others.
He looked, and with a sort of awareness and surprise that made me fire the second arrow. Just in case – just in case that intelligence was of the immortal, wicked sort. He didn’t try to dodge the arrow as it went clean through his wide yellow eye. He collapsed to the ground. Color.
Do you believe monsters are born, or made?
Too breakable – he’d said of human women. No wonder he’d come to her. Manon.
He would be waiting for her at home. And then he’d chide her and laugh at her and kiss her. And then she’d dispatch Jayne tonight, and then they’d set sail on this river and then out to the nearby sea, and then be gone. He would be waiting at home. He’d be home. Home.
There are choices in my past that I have come to regret. But I can only move on – and attempt to fix them. Fight to make sure they do not occur again.