I didn’t know how long my sisters and I lay there together, just like we had once shared that carved bed in that dilapidated cottage. Then – back then, we had kicked and twisted and fought for any bit of space, any breathing room. But that morning, as the sun rose over the world, we held tight. And did not let go.
She would remake the world – remake it for them, those she had loved with this glorious, burning heart;.
Azriel would likely love Mor until he was a whisper of darkness between the stars.
I am going to find the Crochans. And I am going to raise an army with them. For Aelin Galathynius. And her people. And for ours. – Manon.
And... And I love him enough to want him to find someone who can truly love him like he deserves. And I love myself... I love myself enough to not want to settle until I find that person, too.
Not consort, not wife. Feyre is High Lady of the Night Court. My equal in every way; she would wear my crown, sit on a throne beside mine. Never sidelined, never designated to breeding and parties and child rearing. My queen.
Sartaq chuckled. “I did. But I also told him that the woman I love now plans to head into war. And I intend to follow her.
A queen who owned her body, her life, her destiny, and never apologized for it.
We are the Thirteen,” she said. “From now until the Darkness claims us.
For across every mountain, spread beneath the green canopy of Oakwald, carpeting the entire Plain of Theralis, the kingsflame was blooming.
I’m thinking it would be very easy to love you. And easier to call you my friend.
It’s a shame,” I said, the words nearly gobbled up by the sound of the city music. “That others in Prythian don’t know. A shame that you let them think the worst.” He took a step back, his wings beating the air like mighty drums. “As long as the people who matter most know the truth, I don’t care about the rest.
One day. I am going to marry you. I’ll be generous and let you pick when, even if it’s ten years from now. Or twenty. But one day, you are going to be my wife.
His words were a lethal caress as he said, “Did you enjoy the sight of me kneeling before you?
She dared a look at Rowan, whose face remained carefully blank, but saw the words there anyway. You wicked, clever fox. And here you were, thinking the red hair was just for vanity. I shall never doubt again.
I belong to NO ONE. But my heart belongs to you.
Who do you wish to be?
I am a descendant of Ranthia Drahl, Queen of Embers. She is with me now and I am not afraid. My friends are behind me, and I will protect them.
If you can learn to endure pain, you can survive anything. Some people learn to embrace it – to love it. Some endure it through drowning it in sorrow, or by making themselves forget. Others turn it into anger. But Ansel let her pain become hate, and let it consume her until she became something else entirely – a person I don’t think she ever wished to be.
Be the bridge, be the light. When iron melts, when flowers spring from fields of blood – let the land be witness, and return home.