The Lord of the North, who had survived, as she had, against all odds.
This beast was not a man, not a lesser faerie. He was one of the High Fae, one of their ruling nobility: beautiful, lethal, and merciless.
Son or no son,” the king snarled, “I am still your king. You will obey me, Dorian Havilliard, or you will pay. I’ll have no more of your questioning.
She stepped closer to the prince’s horse. “Dorian,” she said. A command and a challenge. Sapphire eyes snapped to hers. No trace of otherworldly darkness. Just a man trapped inside.
Embrace this,” she snarled, and flung a hidden dagger from her vambrace at his head.
There was a darkness in his eyes that felt cold and foreign, like the gaps between the stars.
All of this time, I thought you were just some pretty girl from Bellhaven who stole jewels to get her fathe’s attentiin. Little did I know that the blond-haired girl was Queen of the Underworld.
She would find that love again – one day. And it would be deep and unrelenting and unexpected, the beginning and the end and eternity, the kind that could change history, change the world.
She wouldn’t ask. Didn’t want to know what manner of thing might crawl toward a fire.
She moved like a midnight storm.
So I laid a hand on his forearm, savoring the corded strength beneath, and nestled my head back against his chest. “I wish I had days to spend with you – like this,” I managed to say as my eyelids drooped. “Just me and you.” “We will.” He kissed my hair. “We will.
So unaware of the true extent of how broken and dark I was inside. How unfit I was to be clothed in white when my hands were so filthy.
Hw would probably have been even more scandalised to learn I’m not wearing any undergarments beneath this dress.′ – Aelin Ashrvyer Galathynius.
You do not have the right to wish she were not what she is. The only thing you have a right to do is decide whether you are her enemy or her friend.
I walked out of Rhys’s touch – realizing he’d kept silent to let me sort it out. Let me figure out how to deal with both of them, as family, but mostly as their High Lady.
I am Celaena Sardothien and I will not be afraid.
She’s been a ghost for years now, anyway, her heart full of the forgotten dead.
We deserve to be happy”, he said, eyes sparkling enough to tell me that he recalled the words I’d given him on the town house roof after the attack. “And I will fight with everything I have to ensure it.
Something to remember when fighting me, Sardothien,” he panted. The sun caught in his golden-brown eyes. “Hmm?” she grunted, lunging to deflect his newest attack. “I don’t lose.” He grinned at her, and before she could comprehend the words, something cut into her feet and – She had the sickening feeling of falling. She gasped as her spine collided with marble, the rapier flying from her hand. Chaol pointed his blade at her heart. “I win,” he breathed.
Keeping her head, Yrene decided, was a very good birthday gift indeed.