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“Whatever you had to do to survive, whatever you did from spite or rage or selfishness … I don’t give a damn. You’re here—and you’re perfect. You always were, and you always will be.”
The first person to actually say what she needed to hear. He would NEVER pick and choose which parts of her to love.🥺😭😭
A handsome Fae Prince, whom she’d spent months living and training with—while Chaol’s own life fell apart, while people died because of her actions—
What he fails to remember is he’s the whole reason she left or rather got sent away????
Then, faster than she could react, he slid the Wyrdstone ring onto her finger.
R u fucking kidding me
“I want to take my time with you—to learn … every inch of you. And this apartment has very, very thin walls. I don’t want to have an audience,”
FINALLY 🫨🫨
Chaol was gone.
He quite literally never keeps his promises
One throw, to knock the prince off the horse, then a sweep of his sword, and it could be over. Aelin and the others could deal with the aftermath; he’d already be dead.
Okay selfish much
“Swear that this ring grants immunity to the Valg, and I’ll give it to you,”
Noooooo
His heartbeat thundered in his ears. If he moved an inch, he’d be on her, would take her in his arms and begin learning just what made the Heir of Fire really burn.
“You make me want to live, Rowan. Not survive; not exist. Live.”
Lorcan had lied. He hadn’t killed the remaining Wyrdhounds. He’d just given them Rowan’s scent.
A phantom pain lanced through his ribs, brutally violent and nauseating. His knees buckled. Not pain from a wound of his—but another’s. No. No, no, no, no, no.
Omg
Where Lysandra lunged, slashing with claws and fangs, soldiers died.
Oh hell yeah
Aelin drew her father’s sword. “You killed Chaol,” she said, the words hollow. “The boy didn’t even land a single blow.”
Noooooooo
They joined hands. So the world ended. And the next one began.
Fire and ice
Aelin’s heart stumbled. “Erawan is free,” she breathed. And not only free—Erawan was Perrington.
Fuuuuck
“Chaol is alive,”
Bless
The Crown Prince tipped his head back to the sky and roared, and it was the battle cry of a god. Then the glass castle shattered.
Holy shit
“I killed your king. His empire is over. Your slaves are now free people. If I catch you holding on to your slaves, if I hear of any household keeping them captive, you are dead. If I hear of you whipping a slave, or trying to sell one, you are dead. So I suggest that you tell your friends, and families, and neighbors. I suggest that you act like reasonable, intelligent people. And I suggest that you stay on your best behavior until your king is ready to greet you, at which time I swear on my crown that I will yield control of this city to him. If anyone has a problem with it, you can take it
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FUCK YES. QUEEN SHIT
He walked out of the cell, taking the demon prince—her betrothed—with him.
Whaaaaaat
Manon only laughed—laughed and twirled away, moving behind him to plunge her hand into his back, into his body. His shriek blasted through the cell. Flesh tore, revealing a white column of bone—his spine—which she gripped, her nails shredding deep, and broke in two.
Holy shit but hell yeah manon
The King of Adarlan was dead. Destroyed by Aelin Galathynius.
Technically it was Dorian
Kaltain just squeezed Elide’s fingers. “You find Celaena Sardothien. Give her this. No one else. No one else. Tell her that you can open any door, if you have the key. And tell her to remember her promise to me—to punish them all. When she asks why, tell her I said that they would not let me bring the cloak she gave me, but I kept a piece of it. To remember that promise she made. To remember to repay her for a warm cloak in a cold dungeon.”
His precious gift, his key, he had called her. A living gate, he promised. Soon, he had said he would add the other. And then find the third. So that the king inside him might rule again.
She burned the cradles. She burned the monsters within. She burned the men and their demon princes. And then she burned the witches, who looked at her with gratitude in their eyes and embraced the dark flame. Kaltain unleashed the last of her shadowfire, tipping her face to the ceiling, toward a sky she’d never see again. She took out every wall and every column. As she brought it all crashing and crumbling around them, Kaltain smiled, and at last burned herself into ash on a phantom wind.
RIP
“It’s not over,” the warrior said. “Not even close.” Rowan lifted his brows. “Idle threats?” But Lorcan had only shrugged and walked out,
“You make me want to live, too, Aelin Galathynius,” he said. “Not exist—but live.”
“I spent centuries wandering the world, from empires to kingdoms to wastelands, never settling, never stopping—not for one moment. I was always looking toward the horizon, always wondering what waited across the next ocean, over the next mountain. But I think … I think that whole time, all those centuries, I was just looking for you.”
And when they kissed, deeply, without hesitation— Rowan didn’t so much as glance Aedion’s way before a wind snapped through the suite, slamming the bedroom door in Aedion’s face. Point taken.
Lmaoo
Dorian Havilliard had awoken alone, in a room he didn’t recognize. But he was free, even though a pale band of skin now marred his neck. For a moment, he had lain in bed, listening. No screaming. No wailing. Just a few birds tentatively chirping outside the window, summer sunshine leaking in, and … silence. Peace.
Hes gonna be going thru it mentally
“There’s never been a woman in the king’s guard before,” Dorian said, heading for the door. “And since you’re now Lord Chaol Westfall, the King’s Hand, I needed someone to fill the position. New traditions for a new reign.”
Hell yah
South—she could still go south, run far, far away. Now that Vernon thought she was dead, no one would ever come looking for her. But Aelin was alive. And strong. And maybe it was time to stop dreaming of running. Find Celaena Sardothien—she would do that, to honor Kaltain and the gift she’d been given, to honor the girls like them, locked in towers with no one to speak for them, no one who remembered them.
Lol
she told the new King of Adarlan. That morning he’d signed a decree freeing all the conquered kingdoms from Adarlan’s rule. She’d watched him do it, Aedion holding her hand tightly throughout, and wished that Nehemia had been there to see it.
Crying
Dorian said, “So here we are.” “The end of the road,” Aelin said with a half smile. “No,” Chaol said, his own smile faint, tentative. “The beginning of the next.”
No kidding
“Send me any good books that you read,” she said. “Only if you do the same.”
Book club buddies for life
I didn’t think saying good-bye would be so hard. And with everything that’s to come— We’ll face it together. To whatever end.
uuuaagghhh
Perhaps a changing Thirteen, too. And herself. She didn’t know what to make of it. But Manon hoped they’d all survive it. She hoped.
Phenomenal
Lysandra used the journey to test out her abilities—sometimes flying with Rowan overhead, sometimes running as a pretty black dog alongside Fleetfoot, sometimes spending days in her ghost leopard form and pouncing on Aedion whenever he least expected it.
I love it
“What is?” she asked, finishing her apple and chucking the remains behind her. Lysandra, wearing the form of a crow, squawked in outrage as the core hit her. “Sorry,” Aelin called.
Lmap im dead
Terrasen. And the smell—of pine and snow … How had she never realized that Rowan’s scent was of Terrasen, of home? Rowan came close enough to graze her shoulder and murmured, “I feel as if I’ve been looking for this place my entire life.” Indeed—with
Omg
And at long last, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius was home.
Fucking finally im in utter disbelief
