You and I have always relished damning the odds.
Shining brighter than the snow outside, Aelin lifted her chin and began her final walk home.
I said to Lucien, low and quiet and as vicious as the talons that formed at the tips of my fingers, as vicious as the wondrous weight between my shoulder blades, “When you spend so long trapped in darkness, Lucien, you find that the darkness starts to stare back.
We hit the sweeping marble stairs to the front doors of the manor. And so Tamlin unwittingly led the High Lady of the Night Court into the heart of his territory.
A land where two dreamers had found peace between their peoples. Where there was no wall. No iron wards. No ash arrows.
Now she had no choice about what she had to do. What she would do to protect Dorian. It was what she’d realized last night: she did have someone left – one friend. And there was nothing she wouldn’t do to keep him safe.
His answering smile evoked silken sheets and jasmine-scented breezes at midnight.
She was the monster that defended them from the other horrors of the world.
She never had many friends, and the ones she had often disappointed her. Sometimes with devastating consequences, as she’d learned that summer with the Silent Assassins of the Red Desert. After that, she’d sworn never to trust girls again, especially girls with agendas and power of their own. Girls who would do anything to get what they wanted.
I do not accept this.
Sam probably folded his undergarments.
We both knew “fine” was a lie.
He didn’t smile.
When you shatter the chains of this world and forge the next, remember that art is as vital as food to a kingdom. Without it, a kingdom is nothing, and will be forgotten by time.
At least this court won’t be boring. – Rowan.
A man used to being obeyed, yes, but a man also inclined to care for others. Look after them. Driven to do it by a compulsion he couldn’t leash, couldn’t train out of him. Couldn’t have broken out of him.
Wincing, Celaena slumped next to Rowan on the bench, and swore viciously at the pain in her leg, her face, her arms. Swore at the pain in the ass sitting right next to her.
I will keep getting back up, no matter how many times those butchers shove me down.
And though his face was calm, his shoulders thrown back, I said, I see all of you, Rhys. And there is not one part that I do not love with everything that I am. His hand squeezed mine in answer before he laid my fingers on his arm, raising it enough that we must have painted a rather courtly portrait as we entered the chamber. You bow to no one, was all he replied.
Wind-seeker, her mother had once called her. Unable to keep still, always wandering where the wind calls you. Where shall it beckon you to journey one day, my rose? How far the wind had now called her.