Me?” Lucien put a hand on his chest. “By the Cauldron, Tam – there isn’t much time, and you’re just sulking and glowering. You’re not even trying to fake it anymore.” My brows rose. Tamlin turned away but whirled back a moment later, his teeth bared. “It was a mistake from the start. I can’t stomach it, not after what my father did to their kind, to their lands. I won’t follow in his footsteps – won’t be that sort of person. So back off.
Once upon a time, in a land long since burned to ash, there lived a young princess who loved her kingdom.
Aelin,” said Aedion, dredging up a drawl as best he could, even as the lie choked him, “has her own plans that she’ll only tell us about when the time is right.
Another riddle – and another bit of information. I said, “It’s a good thing that while you have superior hearing, I possess superior abilities to keep my mouth shut.” He snorted as I took the knife from the table and turned to procure the bow from my room. “I think I’m starting to like you – for a murdering human.
He’d never seen such a glorious sight. In every land, every battle, he had never seen anything as glorious as Aelin before the throat of the siege tower, holding the line. Dawn breaking around them, Rowan loosed a battle cry and tore into Morath.
He would bet good money that the Wyrdstone collar was for the king’s own son – and he prayed that the prince had died before he’d allowed his father to leash him like a dog.
This wasn’t music to dance to – it was music to worship, music to fill in the gaps of my soul, to bring me to a place where there was no pain.
The tears so unending that I now wondered if it was some sign of her heart bleeding out.
It was that initial leap of utter faith, that initial lurch into motion, that had my limbs locking up.
You and I put on a good show, I said back. The person who said that, husky and sultry – I’d never heard that voice come out of me before. Even in my mind.
Don’t leave me alone in the darkness. This place where we both exist, yet serve different callings.
The day she snapped at Endovier, she hadn’t been thinking about freedom. No, she’d picked the time and place, and started swinging. She’d never meant to escape.
Perhaps things like motives and reason are foreign to demons. Perhaps he only has the drive to destroy.
I’m in a state of absolute agony and I can’t be bothered.
How had she gone from the most feared prisoner in Endovier to this sappy mess?
Right now, I am a woman who has a power that might save lives. Let me do this. Help the others.” Rowan looked at the ward-stones, at the fortress and the sentries scrambling to help below. Weighing, calculating. At last, Rowan said, “Do not engage them. You focus on that darkness and keeping it away from the barrier, and that’s it. Hold the line, Aelin.
Love won’t feed a hungry belly.
So don’t expect me to care when you find yourself nothing more than a puppet. If you aren’t one already.” He.
Because Celaena was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, heir to the throne and rightful Queen of Terrasen.
Rowan pinned Fenrys with a look. The White Wolf of Doranelle smiled right back at him. Gods help them all if Fenrys and Aedion ever sat in a room together.