I’ve got you,” he murmured. “Sweetheart, I’ve got you.
And he will never know what it is to look up at the night sky and wish.
Everything- everything was for Dorian, for his friend. For himself, he had nothing left to lose. He was nothing more than a nameless oath-breaker, a liar, a traitor.
Aelin was a warrior, able to fight with blade or magic. And she was done with hiding.
Every step. Every curve into darkness. Every moment of despair and rage and pain. It had led him to precisely where he needed to be. Where he wanted to be.
Don’t you waste one heartbeat being afraid of a coward who hunts women in the darkness,” Chaol snapped at her.
So Aedion leaned in, and kissed Lysandra, kissed the woman who should have been his wife, his mate, one last time. “I love you.” Sorrow filled her beautiful face. “And I you.” She gestured to the western gate, to the soldiers waiting for its final cleaving. “Until the end?” Aedion hefted his shield, flipping the Sword of Orynth in his hand, freeing the stiffness that had seized his fingers. “I will find you again,” he promised her. “In whatever life comes after this.” Lysandra nodded. “In every lifetime.” Together, they turned toward the stairs that would take them down to the gates.
Then it is a good thing, Yrene Towers, that I love you as well.
Someone fish out dear Amren before she catches a cold.
My mate – who had worked so hard and so selflessly, all without hope that I would ever be with him. We had both fought for that love, bled for it. Rhys had died for it.
Why are you crying?” he asked, trying to push her back far enough to read her face again. But she held on to him, so fiercely she could feel the weapons beneath his clothes. It would all be fine, even if it went to hell, so long as he was here with her. “I’m crying,” she sniffled, “because you smell so rutting bad my eyes are watering.
I was told to come to this temple. I found it occupied. So I unoccupied it. You’re welcome.
You’re welcome, you know.” “For what?” Rhys paused less than a foot away, sliding his hands into his pockets. The night didn’t seem to ripple from him here – and he appeared, despite his perfection, almost normal. “For saving you when asked.
It’s cold as hell!” Mor called from the front hall, startling me from the warmth pooling in my core. “And who the hell let Cassian and Feyre decorate?
Because I am from Terrasen and believed my queen dead. And now she is alive, and fighting, so I will fight with her. So that no other girls will be taken from their homes and brought to Morath and forgotten.
He himself was a beautiful weapon, forged by centuries of ruthless training and warring.
Arobynn only smiled at her, taller by a head. And when he reached out, she allowed him to brush his knuckles down her cheek. The calluses on is fingers said enough about how often he practiced. “I do not expect you to trust me; I do not expect you to love me.
I love my people, and my family. Do not think I won’t become a monster to keep them protected.
She knew the gold in her eyes had shifted to flame, because when she looked to Maeve, the queen’s face had gone bone-white. And then Celaena set the world on fire.
Memento Mori. Remember that you will die.