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They were refugees: unwanted and without any rights. Without any voice.
A mess—she was a gods-damned mess. She wondered when she’d bother to stop being one.
vengeance and ecstasy mingling at the slaughter of her enemy.
Her true enemy. The Havilliard Empire.
Enemy. Lover. Queen.
It made her his mortal enemy. It made her Dorian’s enemy. Chaol still didn’t know what to do about it, or what it meant for them, for the life he’d imagined for them. The future he’d once dreamed of was irrevocably gone.
I know I’ve made mistakes, Dorian. Believe me, I know. But my priority has always been—and still is—keeping you protected.”
She’d had enough of friends. Enough of them dying, too.
The aches and pains were soothing somehow. Not comforting, but … distracting. Welcome. Deserved.
“Hello, Aelin Galathynius.”
“I wish you to become who you were born to be. To become queen.”
And she could bring down the king as Celaena Sardothien, thank you very much.
“Fae like you make me understand the King of Adarlan’s actions a bit more, I think.”
She’d looked at Chaol with that same expression. But their relationship had never been as unburdened,
“You don’t bite the women of other males.”
“The people you love are just weapons that will be used against you.”
“Why bother? Maybe the world’s not worth saving.”
“Surprise,” she hissed. The world erupted in blue wildfire.
Callback to Assassin's Blade? "She wasn't like wildfire- she was wildfire"
that invisible current that some called Fate
As his rider. As his mistress. As his.
“Does your magic manifest in ice and snow, then, princeling?” the general asked. “Come closer and find out,”
“Because you want to be Aedion’s king someday?”
He ripped his cold magic from the air and turned it inward, wrapping it around his heart.
But he would face what was coming just as he had every other trial in his life: precisely, unyieldingly, and with lethal efficiency.
Loyalty is earned, not given.”
The first shred of Aelin’s court.
“When she returns,” Aedion said quietly, “what she will do to the King of Adarlan will make the slaughtering ten years ago look merciful.”
Aelin would come back, and when she did … With every breath, Aedion felt that lingering scent wrapping tighter around his heart and soul. When she came back, he was never letting her go.
His goal was keeping Dorian safe. Even if it would cost him their friendship, he didn’t want Dorian involved.
“She’s your Matron.” “I serve you.”
“you and I are going to learn how to fly. And then we’ll stain this kingdom red.”
“See what you want, Aelin, and seize it. Don’t ask for it; don’t wish for it. Take it.”
she has told me that her dearest friends are characters in books.”
He made her want to laugh and sing and shake the world with her voice.
I’d rather have no father than your father.”
“None of you are leaving this alley alive.” They didn’t.
It was thanks to Abraxos, the flower-loving worm,
“She has no hope, Prince. She has no hope left in her heart. Help her. If not for her sake, then at least for what she represents—what she could offer all of us, you included.”
Fireheart—why do you cry? “Because I am lost,” she whispered onto the earth. “And I do not know the way.”
“You do not apologize,” he said, “for defending the people you care about.”
“I was gone for months, winning all that glory I so foolishly sought.
I don’t see how the people of Allsbrook wouldn’t embrace a lord who spent years trying to break Adarlan’s rule—or a lord who spent years in poverty for that dream.”
“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.”
“Because if I free Eyllwe and destroy the king as Celaena, I can go anywhere after that. The crown … my crown is just another set of shackles.”
“And if I asked for the moon on a string?” “Then I would start praying to Deanna.”
A boy in love with a wildfire—or
Always hiding—was that to be his life? Not just the women he loved, but his magic, his true thoughts
“You cannot pick and choose what parts of her to love.”
The only thing you have a right to do is decide whether you are her enemy or her friend.”
