Death had been her curse and her gift and her friend for these long, long years. She was happy to greet it again under the golden morning sun.
I will kill anyone who harms you,” Rhys snarled. “I will kill them, and take a damn long time doing it.” He panted. “Go ahead. Hate me – despise me for it.
Words had become as foreign and hard to reach as the stars.
She was surprised that her hands had not forgotten, that somewhere in her mind, after a year of darkness and slavery, music was still alive and breathing. That somewhere, between the notes, was Sam. She forgot about time as she drifted between pieces, voicing the unspeakable, opening old wounds, playing and playing as the sound forgave and saved her.
Then let the world know that my first act of freedom was to help my friends.
How can I take away somebody who means the world to someone else? Even if she is my enemy.
Aelin was no savior to rally behind, but a cataclysm to be weathered.
I believe you. And I believe in peace. I believe in a better world.
When she awoke every morning, she repeated the same words: I will not be afraid.
A princess who was to live for a Thousand years. Longer. That had been her gift. It was now her curse.
Aelin Galathynius looked at Manon Blackbeak over their crossed swords and let out a low, vicious snarl.
I wonder if some part of me knew what was waiting for me. That I would never be a gentle grower of things, or someone who burned like fire – but that I would be quiet and enduring and as faceted as the night. That I would have beauty, for those who knew where to look, and if people didn’t bother to look, but only to fear it... Then I didn’t particularly care for them, anyway. I wonder if, even in my despair and hopelessness, I was never truly alone. I wonder if I was looking for this place – looking for you all.
Rowan beheld all Aelin was and is, and he was not afraid.
I did not mind stepping out of the shadows, did not mind even being in the shadows to begin with, so long as he was with m.
Unleashing a cry that set the world trembling, Prince Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius, Consort of the Queen of Terrasen, began the hunt to find his wife.
Remember who you are. Every step of the way down, and every step of the way back. Remember who you are. And that you’re mine.
I’m going to call in old debts and promises. To raise an army of assassins and thieves and exiles and commoners.
I am going to destroy everything you love.
Stars flickered around us, sweet darkness sweeping in. As if we were the only souls in a galaxy.
I was loosened, a top whirling around and around, and I didn’t know who I danced with or what they looked like, only that I had become the music and the fire and the night, and there was nothing that could slow me down.