Lysandra gazed at the ring, then lifted her eyes to Aelin’s face – and threw her arms around her neck, squeezing tight. She took that as a yes. Aelin grimaced at the dull throb of pain, but held on. “Welcome to the court, Lady.
At least you’ve already learned one lesson.” When she cocked her head, he said, “The people you love are just weapons that will be used against you.
She was a whirlwind of steel and blood. As he watched her cut through the men as though they were stalks of wheat in a field, he understood how she had gotten so close to touching Endovier’s wall that day. And at last-after all these months-he saw the lethal predator he’d expected to find in the mines. there was nothing human in her eyes, nothing remotely merciful. It froze his heart.
Elide did not give her fear another heartbeat to whisper its poison into her blood.
My choice. It had always been my choice with him.
Have you peed somewhere and wish to tell me about it?
What got under my skin,” Rhys said, his breathing a bit uneven, “is that you smiled at him.
Run. And when you come back... “The king was getting to his feet, but another wave of Dorian’s magic slammed into him, knocking him down. There were tears staining Dorian’s bloody cheeks now. “When you come back,” The prince said, “burn this place to the ground.
Does your love for yourself know no bounds?” “Absolutely none.
It’s a good thing while you have superior hearing, I possess superior abilities to keep my mouth shut.
I have to create, or it was all for nothing. I have to create, or I will crumple up with despair and never leave my bed. I have to create because I have no other way of voicing this... it is hard... and it hurts, but if I were to stop, if I were to let this loom of the spindle go silent... then there would be no Hope shining in the Void.
The most unlikely person can alter the course of history.
Remember that you are a wolf. And you cannot be caged.” He kissed my brow one more time, my blood thrumming and boiling in me, howling to draw blood.
Fenrys snorted, toying with a small curl of golden hair at his nape. “How you even manage to walk with that much steel on you, Whitethorn, has always been a mystery to me.” Rowan said smoothly, “How no one has ever cut out your tongue just to shut you up has always been a mystery to me as well.” An edged chuckle. “I’ve been told it’s my best feature. At least the women think so.
She had survived slavery and hatred and despair; she would survive this, too. Because hers was not a story of darkness. So she was not afraid of that crushing black, not with the warrior holding her, not with the courage having one true friend offered – a friend who made living not so awful after all, not if she were with him.
He was Lord of Nothing. Lord of Oath-Breakers. Lord of Liars.
Celaena put a hand against her chest. How absurd – how utterly absurd and useless – that her heart still beat and Nehemia’s didn’t.
They were nearly there when an old voice said, “I would like a word.” Darrow. Evangeline turned before Lysandra did. The ancient lord stood in the doorway of what seemed to be a study, and beckoned them inside. “It will not take long,” he said upon noting the displeasure still on Lysandra’s face. She was done making herself appear nice for men whom she had no interest in being nice to.
The Viper Queen took another hit of the cigarette.
Moving her to another location – she had once warned a young healer about that. Had told her if an attacker tried to move her, they would most definitely kill her, and she was to make a final stand before they could.