Chaol,” he said, looking over his shoulder. Dorian’s eyes were frozen, his jaw clenched. “Treat her well.
She bellowed the last word with such soul-deep hatred that he felt it like a punch to the gut.
It made her the greatest threat he’d ever encountered.
Don’t you ever do anything other than read?
And just like that, his father fed him to the Wolf.
It was hard to care, she realized as she started the trek back to the castle. Incredibly hard to care, when you didn’t have anyone left to care about.
The ship began moving. And Chaol – the man she hated and loved so much that she could hardly think around him – just stood there, watching her go.
I read what I like.
Yes, she would go – to Rifthold, to anywhere, even through the Gates of the Wyrd and into Hell itself, if it meant freedom. After all, you aren’t Adarlan’s Assassin for nothing.
You could do anything, if only you dared. And deep down, you know it, too. That’s what scares you most.
What’s the point in having a mind if you don’t use it to make judgements?
She was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius- and she would not be afraid.
You could be great. You could rattle the stars. You could do anything if only you dared.
I was as unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff, and he was the wind that stirred me about the world.
I worry because I care. Gods help me, I know I shouldn’t, but I do. So I will always tell you to be careful, because I will always care what happens.
Some things you hear with your ears. Others, you hear with your heart.
The people you love are just weapons that will be used against you.
Witches didn’t need blood to survive, but humans didn’t need wine, either.
Surprising, I know. Everyone thinks I’m older.
Everyone sounded the same when they died.