I was given this gift by silba. It is not right to charge for what was granted for free.
Scattered throughout, dwelling as they wish. Just as you are now free to roam where you wish.” “I wish to roam home.
Chaol positively hated Roland, and whenever he came up in conversation, it was usually accompanied by phrases like “conniving wretch” and “sniveling, spoiled ass.” At least, that’s what Chaol had been roaring three years ago, after the captain had punched Roland so hard in the face that the youth blacked out.
But no matter what I did, Elentiya, I want you to know that in the darkness of the past ten years, you were one of the bright lights for me. Do not let that light go out.
It was a voice she had heard before, deep and raspy. It made her bones crack and splinter, made her feel the astonishing cold of a winter long since passed.
I will find you. Rowan.
You’re my equal. And as much as that means we have each other’s backs in public, it also means we that grant each other the gift of honesty – of truth.
I could barely look at him without wanting to combust.
Rhysand, the male who had always presented me with a choice not as a gift, but as my own gods-given right.
I suppose if we’re going to die, it should be for a noble cause,” he said.
If you’re a monster, I’m a monster,” he said with a grin broad enough to show off his elongated canines.
Holy gods. He’d frozen the whole damn lake. He was THAT powerful?
The world had ended and begun anew, and yet nothing had changed, either. The sun would still rise and fall, the seasons would still change, heedless of whether he was free or enslaved, prince or king, heedless of who was alive and who was gone. The world would keep moving on. In didn’t seem right, somehow.
It’d make a good back-scratcher.
She found the rolling earthen hills of the north in his eyes.
I love you,” he repeated, shaking her again. “I have for years. But if I asked you to pick, you’d choose Arobynn, and I. Can’t. Take. It.” “You’re a damned idiot,” she breathed grabbing the front of his tunic. “You’re a moron and an ass and a damned idiot. He looked like she had hit him. But she went on, and grasped both sides of his face. “Because I’d pick you.
She was not afraid.
Remind me tomorrow to tell you how charming you are.
Nameless is my price,” the king said. Aelin went still. “Nameless is my price,” his father repeated. The warning of an ancient witch, the damning words written on the back of the Amulet of Orynth. “For the bastard-born mark you bear, you are Nameless, yet am I not so as well?” He glanced between them, his eyes wide. “What is my name?” “This is ridiculous,” Dorian said through his teeth. “Your name is – ” But where there should have been a name, only an empty hole existed.
I hold you to no promises. And I will hold to none of my own.