Rowan had not possessed an army of his own to give to Aelin. To give to Terrasen. So he had won an army for her.
I’m surprised there aren’t more mirrors in this house, since you seem to love looking at yourself so much.” Azriel.
Primal anger sharpened in his gut, brimming with a territorial, possessive need. Not a need for her, but a need to portect – a male’s duty and honor.
I came to claim the one I love.
We don’t look back. It helps no one and nothing to look back.
Dorian surged from the chair and dropped to his knees beside the bed. He grabbed Chaol’s hand, squeezing it as he pressed his brow against his. “You were dead,” the prince said, his voice breaking. “I thought you were dead.
Perhaps that’s because Rhysand has not lost you at all. But rather unleashed you upon us.
Be happy, Feyre.
You touch him again,” Manon said, “and I’ll drink the marrow from your bones.
I know you are tired, Fireheart. I know that the burden on your shoulders is more than anyone should endure. But we’ll face this together. Erawan, the Lock, all of it. We’ll face it together... We’ll face it together. And if the cost of it truly is you, then we’ll pay it together. As one soul in two bodies.
Aedion touched her shoulder. “Welcome home, Aelin.
Dangerous words, Rhysand,” Amren warned, strutting through the door, nearly swallowed up by the enormous white fur coat she wore. Only her chin-length dark hair and solid silver eyes were visible above the collar. She looked – “You look like an angry snowball,” Cassian said.
Everything I love has always had a tendency to be taken away from me.
Fear could break a line faster than any enemy charge.
Gods help him when Hasar and Aedion met.
And though he stood taller than her, he felt smaller as Aelin stared at him. No, not just Aelin. Queen Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, he realized, was staring at him.
Hers was not a story of darkness. This would not be the story. She would fold it into herself, this place, this fear, but it would not be the whole story. It would not be her story.
The choice of how our people’s future shall be shaped is yours,” Manon told each of the witches assembled, all the Blackbeaks who might fly off to war and never return. “But I will tell you this.” Her hands shook, and she fisted them on her thighs. “There is a better world out there. And I have seen it.
You are my people. Whether my grandmother decrees it or not, you are my people, and always will be. But I will fly against you, if need be, to ensure that there is a future for those who cannot fight for it themselves. Too long have we preyed on the weak, relished doing so. It is time that we became better than our foremothers.” The words she had given the Thirteen months ago. “There is a better world out there,” she said again. “And I will fight for it.” She turned Abraxos away, toward the plunge behind them. “Will you?
The heart he’d offered and had been left to drop on the wooden planks of the river docks. An assassin who had sailed away and a queen who had returned.