Wrapped in black eternity, Nesta and the Cauldron twined, burning through the darkness like a newborn star.
Cassian blew out a breath, watching the flames leap and flutter. “We’re going to be uncles,” he said after a moment, unable to keep the wonder from his voice. Azriel’s face filled with pride and joy. “A boy.
Ataraxia, she had named that magic sword. Inner Peace.
I grew up surrounded by monsters. I’ve spent my existence fighting them. And I see you, Eris. You’re not one of them. Not even close. I think you might even be a good male.” Cassian opened the door, turning from Eris’s curled lip. “You’re just too much of a coward to act like one.
I painted flames for her. She was always angry, always burning.
I like to read. I cannot survive without reading.
Our stories are worth telling.
The world was beautiful, and she was so grateful to be in it. To be alive, to be here, to see this. She stuck out a hand over the railing, grazing a star as it shot past, and her fingers came away glowing with blue and green dust. She laughed, a sound of pure joy, and she cried more, because that joy was a miracle.
For it was music between their souls. Always had been. And his voice was her favorite melody.
I have been broken once before,” Gwyn said, her voice clear. “I survived it. And I will not be broken again – not even by this mountain.
Your story is worth telling, you know.
It smelled like paradise. Like home and eternity and like exactly where he was meant to be.
I am the rock against which the surf crashes.
Whatever doesn’t kill me better start running.
Azriel was nothing short of beautiful. Even with those scarred hands and the shadows that flowed from him like smoke, she’d always found him to be the prettiest of the three males who called themselves brothers.
He had called her Lady Death, and he was her sword.
But Elain said, “I went into the Cauldron, too, you know. And it captured me. And yet somehow all you think of is what my trauma did to you.
Let him hate her. It was better that way.
She didn’t know the number, but she wasn’t at all surprised when she picked up, plopping down onto the cushions, and Hunt growled, “Open the curtains. I want to watch the show.
The road isn’t easy. It is long, and hard, and often traveled utterly blind. But you keep going.” He nodded to the mountains, the lake. “Because you know the destination will be worthwhile.