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But these days, Celaena knew the only threat she posed was to herself.
She’d deserved that particular blow in the brawl she’d provoked in last night’s taberna—she’d kicked a man’s balls into his throat, and when he’d caught his breath, he’d been enraged, to say the least.
“I’ve known a few brooding warrior-types in my day, but I think you might be the broodiest of them all.”
Instead, Dorian quietly said, “You were thinking about her.”
“And despite what happened, I’m fairly certain we’re not enemies.”
Because Celaena was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, heir to the throne and rightful Queen of Terrasen.
It made her his mortal enemy. It made her Dorian’s enemy.
when the girl was poisoned with gloriella, it was the captain who stayed with her. The captain who had acted like a beast in a cage, prowling the room until Sorscha’s own nerves had been frayed.
The aches and pains were soothing somehow. Not comforting, but … distracting. Welcome. Deserved.
Rowan might not have spoken to her for most of their journey—he’d shown as much interest in her as he would in a pile of shit on the road
“Hello, Aelin Galathynius.”
Celaena bit her tongue hard enough to keep her gods-damned smart-ass mouth shut.
“I wish you to become who you were born to be. To become queen.”
She didn’t even have a throne, or a crown, or a court. Didn’t want them. And she could bring down the king as Celaena Sardothien, thank you very much.
In the kitchen, chopping vegetables and washing pans, she was absolutely, gloriously nobody.
She could not remember what it was like to be free.
The following day she didn’t expect the messenger who arrived after breakfast, asking for the name of her village. And when she hesitated, he said that the Crown Prince wanted to know. Wanted to know, so he could have it added to his personal map of the continent.
Thunderclouds clustered during the late afternoon. Rowan forced her to sit through the storm until her teeth were clattering in her skull and her blood was thick with ice, and then they finally made the trek to the fortress. He ditched her by the baths again, eyes glimmering with an unspoken promise that tomorrow would be worse.
I really do not like this guy
for a second, it hadn’t been Sorscha but Celaena, broken with grief and loss and rage, coming to his room because there was no one else to turn to.
The prince … There was a choking, awful sound, and then Dorian was on his knees, peering under the worktable. “Sorscha. Sorscha.”
Its giving Tamlin in the study
Not the magic but the panic in his eyes, the fear and pain. He wasn’t an enemy using forbidden powers, but—a young man in need of help. Her help.
he was emptied. Gutted. Every lie, every rumor and act and party he’d thrown, every battle, real or faked, every life he’d taken so more could live … How would he ever explain that to her? Adarlan’s Whore.
Aedion reminds me of Rhysand :(
What had left Rowan so soulless?
Better be good for how hes acting
Faster than lightning, his hand shot out and she gagged, jolting as he grabbed her tongue between his fingers.
Freak
And that’s when he bit her.
Ok tamlin
“The people you love are just weapons that will be used against you.”
Rowan paused his stalking. “You’re worthless.” “Tell me something I don’t know.” He went on, “You would probably have been more useful to the world if you’d actually died ten years ago.”
Oh my god???
Do us both a favor and go to hell.”
He was helping. And he was willing to meet a horrible fate in order to keep her alive. He hadn’t left her alone. She hadn’t been alone.
The least he could fucking do
“Surprise,” she hissed. The world erupted in blue wildfire.
My queen
“Because I didn’t want you to die to save me,” she admitted. “Would you have shifted to save yourself?” “Your opinion of me is pretty much identical to my own, so you know the answer.”
As his rider. As his mistress. As his.
Wouldnt put it past Manon to fuck the wyvern
“I will carry your secrets to the grave—but I want no part of them.”
Everything he possessed, everything he was, should have belonged to her.
Rhys & feyre vibes <3
“These days, I am very glad to be a mortal, and to only have to endure this life once.
Felt
“Your scent says that you don’t want to be approached. The males smell it more than the females, and have been staying the hell away. They don’t want their faces clawed off.”
God i wish this was a real thing
The thought of marrying like that, of someone else’s body on hers, someone who was not Chaol
which she supposed meant he was in a good mood, as she’d fully expected to play pack mule on their way to wherever they were going.
This fr be the man yall swear by? I want chaol back
Perhaps yesterday’s outing to the healers’ compound hadn’t been out of spite. Maybe he’d … been trying to do something nice for her.
He still sucks
He bared his teeth in a feral, petrifying grin. “Oh, you’d better run now.” When he lunged, she shot through the trees.
This would be cute if rowan wasnt the worst
whatever satisfaction she’d seen on his face had again turned to ice.
Bruh get a fucking personality
he claimed he didn’t eat sweets. Ever.
JAIL
When we’re older, maybe we’ll burn it to the ground together.”
I wish aedion & aelin werent related ugh
Manon’s stomach went from her throat right out her ass,
Cute
Rowan didn’t even look back at her before he disappeared.
Bitch why would he? He literally hates you
Stupid to even care what he did outside of training, to think he might consider sharing personal information with her, even if it was only that he was retiring to his rooms early. It hurt, though—more than she wanted to admit.
Ya u r stupid
“You left me,”
Sis has stockholm syndrome
The sooner you can sort out your whining and self-pity, the sooner I can be rid of you. You are nothing to me, and I do not care.”
He needs fucking therapy
What are you doing that makes her come in here with such emptiness in her eyes?”
“I see her slipping away, bit by bit, because you shove her down when she so desperately needs someone to help her back up.”
At least someone in this book isnt fucking dense
