Monster. And yet... For her friends, for her family, she would gladly be a monster. For Rowan, for Dorian, for Nehemia, she would debase and degrade and ruin herself.
You light up the darkness.
She slung an arm around his waist, unwilling to let go of him lest he turn into wind and vanish.
She couldn’t blame them; the dress was spectacular. And she was spectacular in it.
She was too stunned to object as her mother slipped the chain over her head and arranged the amulet down her front. It hung almost to her navel, a warm, heavy weight. “Never take it off. Never lose it.” Her mother kissed her brow. “Wear it, and know that you are loved, Fireheart – that you are safe, and it is the strength of this” – she placed a hand on her heart – “that matters. Wherever you go, Aelin,” she whispered, “no matter how far, this will lead you home.
He smiled for a heartbeat longer. I had never seen anyone so handsome-and never had so many warning bells pealed in my head because of it.
Rhysand laughed – a lover’s laugh, low and soft and intimate. “Is that any way to speak to a High Lord of Prythian?” My.
This would be her first ball where she wasn’t there to kill someone.
Celaena couldn’t recall a time when she didn’t want to beat in the girl’s face with a brick.
That I might always be a little bit vicious and restless. That I might crave peace, but never a cage of comfort.
I like music,′ she said slowly, ’because when I hear it, I... I lose myself within myself if that makes any sense. I become empty and full all at once.
The gods had vanished, her mother had once claimed. But had they? Had it been some god who had visited tonight, clothed in the skin of a battered young woman? Or had it merely been their distant whispers that prompted the stranger to walk down that alley? She would never know, she supposed. And maybe that was the whole point.
There’s a grave I need to visit.
I promise they are not dull, for I am not one inclined to sit through pages of nonsense and bloated speech, though perhaps you enjoy works and authors who think very highly of themselves.
Lorcan rose to his feet, swaying again. But Elide was there. And there was nothing of the young woman he’d come to know in her pale, taut face. Nothing of her in the raw voice as Elide said to Lorcan, “I hope you spend the rest of your miserable, immortal life suffering. I hope you spend it alone. I hope you live with regret and guilt in your heart and never find a way to endure it.” Then.
How much had I missed in these months of despair and numbness?
They stared right back at her, and when they slowly lowered their crossbows, she grinned. She could knock them senseless with a few heavy books.
I think love should make you happy. It should make you into the best possible version of yourself.
He took a step back, his wings beating the air like mighty drums. “As long as the people who matter most know the truth, I don’t care about the rest. Get some sleep.
Red exploded in my vision, and I couldn’t breathe fast enough, couldn’t think above the roar in my head. One heartbeat, I was staring after him – the next, I had my shoe in a hand.