Then she smiled with every last shred of courage, of desperation, of hope for the glimmer of that glorious future. “Let’s go rattle the stars.
She was indeed a bit terrified of the icy rage rippling from him as Dorian said, “Because she died. And even before she did, this world saw to it that she suffered, and was afraid, and alone. And even though no one will remember who she was, I do. I will never forget the color of her eyes, the way she smiled. And I will never forgive them for taking it away.
See what you want, Aelin, and seize it. Don’t ask for it; don’t wish for it. Take it.
Rhys’s lip pulled back from his teeth. “I dare you.” Temper – he had to be in some mood today to let his temper show this much. Good. That made two of us. I flung my other shoe right at his head, as swift and hard as the first one.
Why bother when a dramatic entrance is so much more fun?
Maybe this city did deserve Aelin Galathynius’s flames. Maybe Chaol deserved to burn, too.
Females and males watched Rhysand throughout the hall – and the shadowsinger and I made a game of betting on who, exactly, would work up the nerve to invite the High Lord home.
We shall create wonders that will make the world tremble.
I know you two are old and up past your bedtime so ill keep this quick.
What if we go on,” he said, “only to more pain and despair? What if we go on, only to find a horrible end waiting for us?” Aelin looked northward, as if she could see all the way to Terrasen. “Then it is not the end.
Rowan looked into her eyes, into the very core of her, and said, “Fireheart.
And my heart shifted a bit in my chest as I said to him with no guile whatsoever, “I won’t tell anyone unless you say so.” The weight of that jeweled knife and belt seemed to grow. “I wish I had been there to stop it. I should have been there to stop it.” I meant every word. Lucien squeezed our linked arms as we rounded a hedge, the house rising up before us. “You are a better friend to me, Feyre,” he said quietly, “than I ever was to you.
Are you Elide? You look... so much like your mother... I’m sorry... I’m so sorry... She bought me time... I am alive today because of your mother... She told me to tell you... Your mother told me to tell you that she loves you – very much. Those were her last words to me. ‘Tell my Elide I love her very much.’ – Aelin, to Elide.
Don’t let the hard days win.
Sam’s hand brushed her shoulder, and she almost jumped out of her skin as he brought his mouth close to her ear and murmured, “You look beautiful. Though I bet you already know that.” She most certainly did.
At dawn, Aedion had burst in, demanding why they weren’t ready to leave – to go home. Lysandra had shifted into a ghost leopard and chased him out. Then she returned, lingering in her massive feline form, and again sprawled beside Aelin. They managed to get another thirty minutes of sleep before Aedion came back and chucked a bucket of water on them. He was lucky to escape alive.
But she was her own champion now. And she would not add another name of her beloved dead to her flesh.
The two princes stared at each other, one gold and one silver, one her twin and one her soul-bonded. There was nothing friendly in the stares, nothing human – two Fae males locked in some unspoken dominance battle.
We pity you, each and every one of you. For what you do to your children. They are not born evil. But you force them to kill and hurt and hate until there is nothing left inside them – of you... They have made you into monsters. Made, Manon. And we feel sorry for you.
I’d much rather you licked my wounds for me. My heart pounded, faster and faster, and a strange sort of rush went through my veins as I read the sentence again and again. A challenge. I clamped my lips shut to keep from smiling as I wrote, Lick you where, exactly? The paper vanished before I’d even completed the final mark. His reply was a long time coming. Then, Wherever you want to lick me, Feyre. I’d like to start with “Everywhere,” but I can choose, if necessary.