So I’m your huntress and thief?” His hands slid down to cup the backs of my knees as he said with a roguish grin, “You are my salvation, Feyre.
You will find, Rolfe, that one does not deal with Celaena Sardothien. One survives her.
Did you enjoy the sight of me kneeling before you?
Truth is deadly. Truth is freedom. Truth can break and mend and bind.
Aelin Galathynius had raised an army not just to challenge Morath, but to rattle the stars.
But she was her own champion now.
Nameless is my price.
I would have waited five hundred more years for you. A thousand years. And if this was all the time we were allowed to have... the wait was worth it.
I’d walk into the burning heart of hell itself to find you.
Tell me that we’ll get through tomorrow. Tell me that we’ll survive the war. Tell me – ” She swallowed hard. “Tell me that even if I lead us all to ruin, we’ll burn in hell together.
Kindness can thrive even amongst cruelty.
She’s mine. And if any of you lay a hand on her, you lose that hand. And then lose your head. And once Feyre is done killing you, then I’ll grind your bones to dust.
Ten years of shadows, but no longer. Light up the darkness, Majesty.
Elegant, feminine, and utterly wild. Warm, and steadfast – unbreakable, his queen.
He brought his lips to my ear. “I would have been gentle with you, though.” I shuddered as I closed my eyes. Every inch of my body went taut as his words echoed through me. “I would have had you moaning my name throughout it all. And I would have taken a very, very long time, Feyre.
There had never been any line between them, only his own stupid fear and pride. Because from the moment he’d pulled her out of that mine in Endovier and she had set those eyes upon him, still fierce despite a year in hell, he’d been walking toward this, walking to her. So Chaol brushed away her tears, lifter her chin, and kissed her.
You belong to all of us, and we belong to you.
A court that wouldn’t just change the world. It would start the world over.
I miss you,′ she said. ‘Every day, I miss you. And I wonder what you would have made of all this. Made of me. I think – I think you would have been a wonderful king. I think they would have liked you more than me, actually.’ Her throat tightened. ‘I never told you – how I felt. But I loved you, and I think a part of me might always love you. Maybe you were my mate, and I never knew it. Maybe I’ll spend the rest of my life wondering about that. Maybe I’ll see you again in the Afterworld, and then I’ll know for sure. But until then... until then I’ll miss you, and I’ll wish you were here.
Aelin Galathynius, Queen of Terrasen, knew the time would soon come to prove just how much she’d bleed for Erilea.