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Manon let him scream all he wanted.
Celaena vomited. She fell to her knees, her bladder loosening just before she vomited a second time.
Classic SJM
“We are the Thirteen, from now until the Darkness claims us.”
Rowan grinned. “There you are.”
“I won’t be biting you again,” he said,
“Because she is dead, and I am left with my worthless life!”
Wanted was a mortal word. Titus was hers.
As his rider. As his mistress. As his.
“Once all that is done,” she said, smiling faintly at her wyvern, “you and I are going to learn how to fly. And then we’ll stain this kingdom red.”
lying on his belly, sniffing the wildflowers,
“You do not apologize,” he said, “for defending the people you care about.”
“They burned the antler throne, Aedion. There is no throne for her.” “Then I’ll build one myself from the bones of our enemies.”
“You touch him again,” Manon said, “and I’ll drink the marrow from your bones.”
So she burned and burned and burned.
“I claim you, Rowan Whitethorn. I don’t care what you say and how much you protest. I claim you as my friend.”
“To whatever end?”
“I claim you, too, Aelin Galathynius.”
It was a message to the world. Aelin was a warrior, able to fight with blade or magic. And she was done with hiding.
“Tell them it’s time to fight back.”
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.
“Behold my power, Maeve. Behold what I grapple with in the deep dark, what prowls under my skin.”
“I do. Until my last breath, and the world beyond. To whatever end.”
No longer would they be locked away in her heart. No longer would she be ashamed.
“When you come back,” the prince said, “burn this place to the ground.”
prince was his brother in soul. “I love you.”
“And then I am going to rattle the stars.”
She lifted her face to the stars. She was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, heir of two mighty bloodlines, protector of a once-glorious people, and Queen of Terrasen. She was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius—and she would not be afraid.
