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Say it, Chaol silently beseeched her. Say that you need Dorian—free and alive.
“The ring doesn’t kill them. It grants immunity from their power. A ring forged by Mala herself. The Valg could not harm Athril when he wore it.”
You handed her your own immunity.”
So he drank the man’s pain, his fear, his sorrow. And he learned to like it.
He was bringing his son,
The duke had even put a collar on her like a dog, and had shoved a demon prince inside her.
The creature noticed the day she took a bigger bite—big enough that it screamed in agony. Before it could tell anyone, she leaped upon it, tearing and ripping with her shadowfire until only ashes of malice remained, until it was no more than a whisper of thought. Fire—it did not like fire of any kind.
She’d forgotten the name she’d been given, but it made no difference. She had only one name now: Death, devourer of worlds.
Chaol’s eyes flashed to hers. “You don’t touch him.”
She was the most beautiful person Aelin had ever seen. And the most horrifying.
When she first met Manon
His bronze eyes flickered. “Thank you.”
He would have been beautiful were it not for the dark collar around his throat and the utter coldness in his perfect face.
Aelin had been right. It would be a mercy to kill him.
“Hello, princeling,” she said, her voice bedroom-soft and full of glorious death. “Hello, witchling,” he said. And the words were his own.
Eyes of the Valg kings, eyes of our masters, it shrieked. Do not touch that one!
He cocked his head. “I’ve never been with a witch.” Let her rip out his throat for that. End it. A row of iron fangs snapped down over her teeth as her smile grew. “I’ve been with plenty of men. You’re all the same. Taste the same.” She looked him over as if he were her next meal. “I dare you,” he managed to say. Her eyes narrowed, the gold like living embers. He’d never seen anyone so beautiful. This witch had been crafted from the darkness between the stars. “I think not, Prince,” she said in her midnight voice. She sniffed again, her nose crinkling slightly. “But would you bleed red, or
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“What is your name.” A command, not a question, as eyes of pure gold met his. “Dorian,” he breathed.
“I want you to do lots of things to me,” the prince said, raking his eyes along the witch’s body.
I’ll come back for you, she’d promised him.
Oh, the Wing Leader was pissed. Really, really pissed.
But perhaps the monsters needed to look out for each other every now and then.
The Queen of Terrasen had saved her life. Manon didn’t know what to make of it. For she now owed her enemy a life debt. And she had just learned how thoroughly her grandmother and the King of Adarlan intended to destroy them.
She should have let the witch kill him, too.
If it had been Rowan with that collar around his neck, I would have done the same thing.”
comparing her and rowan to chaol and dorian. MORE PROOF THEYRE GAY
He was a fool.
Sapphire eyes snapped to hers. No trace of otherworldly darkness. Just a man trapped inside.
you do not yield—you do not yield—
The rebels didn’t know that the man was still inside.
“I was a month pregnant when I arrived back at Blackbeak Keep.”
Manon didn’t know where to stare, what to do with her arms. A stillborn was a witch’s greatest sorrow—and shame. But for her grandmother …
Asterin 😭💔
“He never married. And even when he was an old man, I’d sometimes see him sitting on that front porch. As if he were waiting for someone.”
“What are you planning?” “Something very stupid, I think.”
The cawing of crows could now be heard on every street.
“Should I thank you for putting on pants?” Lorcan said, his voice barely more than a midnight wind. “I didn’t want you to feel inadequate,” Rowan replied, leaning against the roof door.
He could not remember a time when the demon had not been there inside of him.
Enough. We do not speak of them, the descendants of our kings. Speak of whom? Good.
“Regardless of what happened between us, I was a fool to serve the king. I like to think I would have left someday.”
“But you were never just Celaena, and I think you knew that, deep down, even before everything happened. I understand now.”
That person—that stupidly loyal, useless person—had lost everything. His friend, the woman he loved, his position, his honor. Lost everything, with only himself to blame.
“What if we go on,” he said, “only to more pain and despair? What if we go on, only to find a horrible end waiting for us?” Aelin looked northward, as if she could see all the way to Terrasen. “Then it is not the end.”
Once, a lifetime ago, he and Dorian had gone to those parties, dropping by several in one night. He’d never enjoyed it, had only gone to keep Dorian safe, but … He should have enjoyed it. He should have savored every second with his friend. He’d never realized how precious the calm moments were. But—but he wouldn’t think about it, what he had to do tomorrow. What he’d say good-bye to.
I’ll be with you every step of the way. And every step after—wherever that may be.”
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“Bastard,” she murmured, and kissed him.
She said softly, “You make me want to live, Rowan. Not survive; not exist. Live.”
“For us.”
Slowly, Aedion drew his blade and knelt, his head bowed as he lifted the Sword of Orynth. “Ten years of shadows, but no longer. Light up the darkness, Majesty.”
Then she smiled with every last shred of courage, of desperation, of hope for the glimmer of that glorious future. “Let’s go rattle the stars.”
ruthlessness
ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves...
Dorian was still in there—still holding on. It changed everything. And nothing.
It was a message, but not to Aelin Galathynius or Aedion Ashryver. His fault. His.
