Heir of Fire (Throne of Glass, #3)

by Sarah J. Maas

“Rowan.” His tattoo seemed to soak up the sun, so dark it looked freshly inked.

ROWAN😛😛

And finally, not for pomp or triumph, but to mourn what they had become, they played the Song of Adarlan. When the final note finished, the conductor turned to the crowd, the musicians standing with him. As one, they looked to the boxes, to all those jewels bought with the blood of a continent. 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.

chills… literal chills

“I claim you, Rowan Whitethorn. I don’t care what you say and how much you protest. I claim you as my friend.”

“I claim you, too, Aelin Galathynius.”

AHHHH… idek who is Chaol… WE ONLY KNOW ROWAN IN THIS HOUSE 😛😛

I claim you, Aelin. To whatever end.

He’d known, since the moment he figured out who she was, that while Celaena would always pick him, Aelin would not.

So he can’t love her because she’s standing up for what she wants?… For fighting for her family and her people?…. -10 points for Chaol.