Heir of Fire

She was the heir of ash and fire, and she would bow to no one.

And then I am going to rattle the stars.

She was the heir of ash and fire, and she would bow to no one.

And then I am going to rattle the stars.

There were few sounds she enjoyed more than the groans of dying men, but the wind was one of them.

He would see that world reborn, even if it took his last breath. Even if he had no name now, no position or title save Oath-Breaker, Traitor, Liar.

Her dearest friends are characters in books.

- gratitute for the information given about celaena/aelins past

- love for chaols character development

- appreciation for the insanely effective writing and world building

- i was no longer bothered by the characters being

- gratitute for the information given about celaena/aelins past

- love for chaols character development

- appreciation for the insanely effective writing and world building

- i was no longer bothered by the characters being split up and sent different directions

- i immediately bonded with rowan, whereas it originally took me until book #4 to do so

- manons chapters bored me, for some reason, this time around

“So she steeled herself. “I have never told anyone this story. No one in the world knows it. But it’s mine,” she said, blinking past the burning in her eyes, “and it’s time for me to tell it.”

“So she steeled herself. “I have never told anyone this story. No one in the world knows it. But it’s mine,” she said, blinking past the burning in her eyes, “and it’s time for me to tell it.”

“You cannot pick and choose what parts of her to love. You do not have the right to wish she were not what she is.”

“Perhaps they would never get out of it, perhaps they would never be whole again, but … “Together,” she said, and took his outstretched hand.
And somewhere far and deep inside her, an ember began to glow.”

“She told him of the years in Rifthold, of stealing Asterion horses and racing across the desert, of dancing until dawn with courtesans and thieves and all the beautiful, wicked creatures in the world. “

“She was not its slave. She was no one’s slave anymore. And if Rowan threw one more damned dagger at her face— He did.”

“Wipe that smarmy, lying smile off your face.” His voice was as dead as his eyes, but it had a razor-sharp bite behind it.
She kept her smarmy, lying smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“At least if you’re going to hell,” he said, the vibrations in his chest rumbling against her, “then we’ll be there together.”
“I feel bad for the dark god already.”

“But each morning brought something new, something harder and different and miserable. Gods, he was brilliant. Cunning and wicked and brilliant.
Even when he beat the hell out of her. Every. Damn. Day.”

“She was as much a queen as Maeve. She was the sovereign of a strong people and a mighty kingdom. She was the heir of ash and fire, and she would bow to no one.”

“I will call in every favor, every debt owed to Celaena Sardothien, to my parents, to my bloodline. And then…” She looked toward the sea, toward home. “And then I am going to rattle the stars.”

"She was not becoming anything different from what she always was and always had the capacity to be. You just finally saw everything. And once you saw that other part of her..." Dorian said quietly. "You cannot pick and choose which parts of her to love."

"She was the heir of ash and fire, and she would bow to no one."

Fireheart—why do you cry?

“Because I am lost,” she whispered onto the earth. “And I do not know the way.”

"I claim you, Aelin. To whatever end."

“You do not have the right to wish she were not what she is. The only thing you have a right to do is decide whether you are her enemy or her friend.”

“She was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius—­and she would not be afraid.”