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It was an effort to put up that old, familiar wall of ice and steel. Everything behind it was crumbling and shaking. “I’ve made my peace with that.” She sucked on her teeth, trying so damn hard not to go for her weapons as she might once have done, as she still ached to do, and said, “I’ll be at my old apartment, should you decide to take your head out of your ass. Good night.” She didn’t give him a chance to reply before she stalked down the street.
This entire fightwas heated!!!!
At first light, Chaol went to the nearest jeweler and pawned the ring for a handful of silver.
Excuse me sir. You are equally a damn problem here.
tan-skinned
This phrase is used often and I am often questioning if Maas has any other descriptive language
It was with no small amount of horror that she found Dorian strolling toward them.
Fuckkkkkkkkkkk
the dark-skinned witch
Why do white authors do this smh
“It was worth it,” he said, his smile fading. “You were worth it. All these years, all the waiting. You’re worth it.” He’d known the moment she had looked up at him as she stood before his execution block, defiant and wicked and wild.
Fierce dedication
Rowan was the most powerful full-blooded Fae male alive. And his scent was all over her. Yet she had no gods-damned idea.
Squeals
Rowan waited, knowing she was gathering the words, hating the pain and sorrow and guilt on every line of her body. He’d sell his soul to the dark god to never have her look like that again.
Swoon
She’d thank the gods every damn day for the small mercy of giving her a friend who was her match, her equal, and who would never look at her with horror in his eyes. No matter what happened, she’d always be grateful for that.
“Can we not get into a fight about it before my first cup of tea?” With lethal calm, he set the kettle on the stove. “After tea, then?”
Lol
“Yes.” And then some. “But that’s beside the point, Aelin.” He took a breath. “The point is—I should have been there then, but I am here now. I’m healed. Let me share this burden.” She tipped her head back, savoring the breeze off the river. “And what could I ever ask of you that I couldn’t do myself?”
I feel this. As women we don't want to burden men.
