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Lost, as if the beheading were her fault.
Oh no dorian :(
Yet he had not saved her, and he knew there was no one coming to save him.
:(
his absence was like a phantom limb.
"the blood oath" lmao
Though I will say these past two years have made you even more striking. Womanhood suits you.”
He is so creepy
Arobynn looked her over once more, and something low in her abdomen twisted at the gaze that was anything but that of a brother or father.
I forgot he was in love with her
He concealed the fever from the sneering guards who fed and watered him twice a day,
Lol like hes a plant
“Do you understand what it was like for us here? While you were off playing with magic, off gallivanting with your faerie prince, do you understand what happened to me—to Dorian?
He sucks so much in this book
“Yes,” he breathed, “you and Dorian both—and I’m grateful, I am. But where are the checks against your kind? Iron? Not much of a deterrent, is it? Once magic is free, who is to stop the monsters from coming out again? Who is to stop you?”
Wow
Monster.
Yikes
“Dorian has never killed anyone. Dorian didn’t gut Archer Finn in the tunnels or torture and kill Grave and then chop him up into pieces. Dorian didn’t go on a killing spree at Endovier that left dozens dead.”
Wow
“I’ll be at my old apartment, should you decide to take your head out of your ass. Good night.”
A queen—raging and fiery and perhaps more than a little cruel—had found him tonight.
Bro you called her a monster
Or maybe he’d been a fool all this time, a fool to look at the lives she’d taken and blood she’d so irreverently spilled, and not be disgusted.
I hate you
A year ago, a bit shattered and reckless from Lithaen’s betrayal, it had intrigued him enough that he’d spent the summer sharing her bed.
What
He’d needed it—the distraction and release—after Lithaen had left him for the charms of Roland Havilliard.
I thought his ex was named something else?
If he’d known that she would come back like this, act this way, he supposed Ren should have learned who he was risking his life for.
Wtf she didnt even do anything ??
Maybe he’d been hotheaded just now.
No kidding
Nesryn said, “You should have known better than to get tangled up with a woman like that.”
She is not a girls girl
You do not get to pick and choose which parts of her to love, Dorian had once said to him. He’d been right. So painfully right.
and so Abraxos could watch the stars, as he liked to do.
So precious
He liked to do that—just tumble off as though he’d been struck dead. Her wyvern, it seemed, had a wicked sense of humor.
When Lysandra turned seventeen and had her Bidding, it was Arobynn who had won, using the money Aelin had given him to pay off her own debts. The courtesan had then thrown what Arobynn had done with Aelin’s blood money in her face.
Eeeee....
Or whether the queen would even care.
Unlikely bc shes not a petty oaf like you
“You fill it out better than you did at seventeen.”
Ewe
“For the years I spent being a monster toward you, for whatever part I played in your suffering. I wish I’d been able to see myself better. I wish I’d seen everything better. I’m sorry.”
“You bring my court into this, Chaol,” Aelin said with lethal softness, “and I don’t care what you were to me, or what you have done to help me. You betray them, you hurt them, and I don’t care how long it takes, or how far you go: I’ll burn you and your gods-damned kingdom to ash. Then you’ll learn just how much of a monster I can be.”
“Take out the clock tower in the garden,” he said, the words barely audible. He felt Aelin turn toward him. “And magic will be free. It was a spell—three towers, all built of Wyrdstone. Take out one, and magic is free.”
“you yourself said I don’t exactly have a line of suitors waiting outside my father’s house, so what else do I have to do with myself tonight?”
Damn
“I was just fine before you came along, Chaol,” she said—tired, possibly bored. “I know my limits. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
You tell him
“When you shatter the chains of this world and forge the next, remember that art is as vital as food to a kingdom. Without it, a kingdom is nothing, and will be forgotten by time. I have amassed enough money in my miserable life to not need any more—so you will understand me clearly when I say that wherever you set your throne, no matter how long it takes, I will come to you, and I will bring music and dancing.”
Abraxos lowered himself to the ground, stretching out his neck until his head rested on the hay not ten feet from Elide. Those giant black eyes stared up at her, almost doglike.
Hes so cute T.T
Ghislaine shut the book and twisted in her seat. Her black, curly hair was braided back, but even the plait couldn’t keep it entirely contained. She narrowed her sea-green eyes—the shame of her mother, as there wasn’t a trace of gold in them.
Damn this witch sounds beautiful
But the Fae … The Valg kidnapped and stole whatever Fae they could, and because your eyes are getting that glazed look, I’m just going to jump to the end and say the offspring became us. Witches.
Yikes
The duke flashed his yellowing teeth. “You toe a dangerous line, Wing Leader.” “All witches have to, in order to fly wyverns.”
He had sobbed with relief when she trapped it and raised an ancient blade over his head. Then she had hesitated—and then that other woman had fired an arrow, and she had put down the sword and left.
Ugh dorian :(
Even if there was another scent entwined with hers. Staggeringly powerful and ancient and—male. Interesting.
Oop
Frankly, she didn’t deserve a word out of him, but when she’d hunted him down an hour ago, interrupting a meeting that was so secret that they’d disclosed the location to the rebel leaders only an hour before
God he is so dumb
But a world in which the ordinary human voice would be nothing more than a whisper.
He is literally such a loser
They had gotten their noses broken by suggesting to a Blackbeak coven that it was their divine duty not just to go through with the implantation but also to go so far as to physically mate with the Valg.
Ewe
Rowan was the most powerful full-blooded Fae male alive. And his scent was all over her. Yet she had no gods-damned idea.
Rowan expected as a member of their court—if the Fae Prince expected to be offered the blood oath, then … It was an effort to keep from tightening his grip on Aelin.
Hehe
Aelin hissed, “Need I remind you, Captain, that you went to Endovier and did not blink at the slaves, at the mass graves? Need I remind you that I was starved and chained, and you let Duke Perrington force me to the ground at Dorian’s feet while you did nothing? And now you have the nerve to accuse me of not caring, when many of the people in this city have profited off the blood and misery of the very people you ignored?”
Get him!!
“You don’t get the right to fling that sort of horseshit in our faces—not when your king murdered our family. Our people.” Chaol’s eyes flickered. “I’m sorry.”
“None of your business, so drop it. Just because we work together doesn’t mean you’re entitled to know everything that goes on in my life.”
Woah
Aedion palmed his fighting knives as the male’s scent hit him—unwashed, but with a hint of pine and snow. And then he smelled Aelin on the stranger, the scent complex and layered, woven into the male himself.
Rowan!
She flung herself on the male, crashing into him hard enough that anyone else might have gone rocking back into the stone wall.
Crazy that they used to hate each other
Territorial nonsense.
Lol
She offered no other explanation before dragging Rowan into her bedroom and shutting the door behind them.
Bombastic side eye
The space between them went taut, every inch of it crackling.
Hehehehe
“Take off your hood,” he said with a soft growl, his eyes fixed on her mouth. She crossed her arms. “You show me yours and I’ll show you mine, Prince.”
