We are the Thirteen, from now until the Darkness claims us.” She said it quietly, but knew all could hear her. “Let’s remind them why.” Manon kicked her mount into action.
Just because I have money doesn’t mean I need to spend it.
Some party,” the stranger whispered in her ear. She twisted to see sapphire eyes gleaming at her. “Are you from Melisande?
Perhaps allowing them to be friends was a horrible, dangerous idea.
The smallest of them was sprawled on his belly, face buried in a mound of wildflowers.
She was as much a queen as Maeve. She was the sovereign of a strong people and a mighty kingdom. She was the heir of ash and fire, and she would bow to no one.
Fleetfoot turned to look up at Celaena, her golden eyes full of question. Celaena reached down to stroke the warm head, the long ears, the slender muzzle. But the question remained. Celaena said, “She’s never coming back.” The dog kept waiting.
She first screamed at the ball, then took the cue in her hands and bit down upon the shaft, still screaming through her clamped teeth.
So dashing,” one of the girls murmured behind him. Wait until you see my dismount, he almost said.
With that, the stranger stepped from the mist. She had two long daggers in her hands. And both blades were dark with dripping blood.
It was hard, sometimes, to remember to hate him. To remember the game I was already playing. Ianthe.
Anger was better than feeling nothing; because anger and hatred were the long-lasting fuel in the endless dark of my despair. The same way that music had kept me from breaking.
But in the hours since they’d saved our asses and turned the tide of the battle, I had not spotted either of my brothers amongst the living. Did not know if Cassian or Azriel had even fought on the plain.
Rattle the stars.
They were refugees: unwanted and without any rights. Without any voice.
Just her, just him. Just as it should be; no loss of life beyond their own, no soul stained but hers. It would take a monster to destroy a monster.
Celaena’s scream was still echoing through the passageway as Chaol leapt off the stairs and hurtled through the misty portal after Fleetfoot.
He leaned down, nuzzling my throat. “Don’t you want to comfort your mate, who has missed you terribly these weeks?
Farran is a monster,” Sam said, not looking at her. “You said so yourself. And if anything goes wrong, the last place I want you to be is in his hands.
Aelin grinned right back at him, flicking her wrists and sending the blades shooting out of her suit. “Hello, gorgeous.” Then she was upon them, slicing and twirling and ducking.