This will be the great war of our time,” Kashin said quietly. “When we are dead, when even our grandchildren’s grandchildren are dead, they will still be talking about this war. They will whisper of it around fires, sing of it in the great halls. Who lived and died, who fought and who cowered.
Nesryn supposed that was why she liked the queen: there were plans so long in the making that for someone who let the world deem her unchecked and brash, Aelin showed a great deal of restraint in keeping it all hidden.
Some swore the cats had been caught pawing through the pages of open books – reading.
Then Manon Blackbeak whirled and brought Wind-Cleaver down upon her grandmother.
And then she went to save her cousin.
She opened her eyes and found him watching her, his face a mixture of pride and wonder and such open affection that she could see that far-off land where they’d find a home, see that future that awaited them, and that glimmer of hope promised happiness she’d never considered or dared yearn for.
Because she loved him that much more than she hated you.
Wrong kind of witch.” – Manon Blackbeak.
Aedion yawned – the lousiest attempt at one Rowan had ever seen – and excused himself.
Rhys brushed the hair from my face. “It’s all part of the game, Feyre darling. Who to trust, when to trust them – what information to barter.” “Do you enjoy it?” “Sometimes. Right now, I don’t. Not when the risks are this high.” His fingers grazed my brow. “When I have so much to lose.” I.
His short black hair gleamed like a raven’s feathers, off-setting his pale skin and blue eyes so deep they were violet, even in the firelight.
A white-tailed hawk still flew overhead, and it swooped low to brush its star-silvered wing against her cheek in farewell before it turned back with a sharp cry.
You were worth it. All these years, all the waiting. You’re worth it.” He’d known the moment she had looked up at him as she stood before his execution block, defiant and wicked and wild.
Magic makes people dangerous.
Alone in my bedroom, I realized I couldn’t remember the last time I’d truly laughed.
My name is Sam Cortland... and I will not be afraid.
You gave up on me,” I said a bit more loudly. “You were my friend. And you picked him – picked obeying him, even when you saw what his orders and his rules did to me. Even when you saw me wasting away day by day.
Better to die with my chin held high than groveling like a cowering worm.
But I promise,” she breathed into the soil, “I promise that I will stop him. I promise that I will never forgive, never forget what they did to you. I promise that I will free Eyllwe. I promise that I will see your father’s crown restored to his head.
It’d just been a relief to think that for a moment he might have been as lonely as me.