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There was nothing left in her, not really. Only ash and an abyss and the unbreakable vow she’d carved into her flesh, to the friend who had seen her for what she truly was.
All Fae possessed a secondary animal form. Celaena was currently in hers, her mortal human body as animal as the birds wheeling above.
Gods, that face. It was Celaena’s face—the other side of the coin.
ok so are they siblinvs??
The scar Celaena had given to him the night Nehemia died and she’d tried to kill him—now a permanent reminder of everything he’d lost.
awh pookie
sacred stags of Terrasen.
controlling fire”—her stomach clenched at that—“or
ok heir of fire
Baba Yellowlegs,
waitttttt is this who feyre killed ?!?!?
Yellowlegs
waittt no baba yellowlegs was the circus witch celena killed
He couldn’t stop the rising ice, didn’t even know where it was coming from,
WAITTTT HES ICE AND SHES FIRE
They had survived, when so many had not. And no one else could understand what it was like to bear it, unless they had lost as much.
Her mother had called her Fireheart.
Rowan still appeared in his hawk form—and there were some nights when she even sat beside the back door, and Rowan sidled a bit closer, too.
Ive been picking up a vibe...
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.
“You’re one to talk, Prince. I’ve never been asked so many questions in my life.” Not quite true, but not quite an exaggeration, either. No one had ever asked her these questions. And she’d never told anyone the answers. He bared his teeth, though she knew he didn’t mean it, and glanced meaningfully at his wrist. “Hurry up, Princess. I want to go to bed at some point before dawn.” She used her free hand to make a particularly
ok flirty nicknames
A feral smile, and he grabbed her by the chin—not hard enough to hurt, but to get her to look at him.
oh my goodnessss
Captain Rolfe is again Pirate Lord of Skull’s Bay,
She yawned, and Rowan rubbed his eyes, his other hand still in hers. But he didn’t let go. And when she awoke before dawn, warm and safe and rested, Rowan was still holding her hand, clasped to his chest.
awh
The more you talk, the more I’m going to make you pay in a moment. She smiled slightly. Apologies, master. I am yours to instruct. Brat. He jerked his chin at her.
WOAHHHH are we talking throug a bond !?!?!
“Do you want the truth?” She tucked her chin into her tunic and closed her eyes. “Not tonight.”
GIRL I DO
And without a word, without a bow or another gesture, they walked off the stage. The next morning, by royal decree, the theater was shut down. No one saw those musicians or their conductor again.
because I will follow you to whatever end.”
“To whatever end?”
“Fireheart.”
And then from behind her emerged Sam,
oh my goddddd
because during all these weeks that they had been breathing each other’s scents, they had become bonded.
UM HELLO
“I claim you, too, Aelin Galathynius.”
Somewhere in Wendlyn, his friend was changing the world. She was fulfilling the promise she’d made him. She had not forgotten him, or any of them still here.
And perhaps when they figured out a way to destroy that tower and free magic from his father’s yoke, she would know her friends had not forgotten her, either. That he had not forgotten her.
She was the heir of ash and fire, and she would bow to no one.
“I do. Until my last breath, and the world beyond. To whatever end.”
He remained in the field with her until dawn, as permanent as the markings on her back.
