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YESSSSSS
“I am
“Thank you for the oil,” he added. “My skin was a little dry.”
She always looks at the hole you left in the entry wall when you threw that dagger at her head. I kept it there as a little reminder of how much we all missed you.”
the man had been very much awake while he choked on his own blood.
“You are sacred vessels,” the duke said. “It is an honor to be chosen.” “I find that a very male thing to assume.”
“Keep silent and out of our way. Speak only when spoken to. Don’t cause trouble, or I’ll rip out your throat.” Later, then. She would talk to her grandmother about the Valg later.
The eyes of the Valg kings—
But perhaps the monsters needed to look out for each other every now and then.
“If I die because of you, I’ll beat the shit out of you in hell.”
“You’re too nice when you’re wounded. It’s unsettling.”
“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.”
“Tell me that even if I lead us all to ruin, we’ll burn in hell together.”
She said softly, “You make me want to live, Rowan. Not survive; not exist. Live
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.”
They joined hands. So the world ended. And the next one began.
But she kept that wall of flame burning—for the Royal Theater. And the flower girls at the market. For the slaves and the courtesans and the Faliq family. For the city that had offered her joy and pain, death and rebirth, for the city that had given her music, Aelin kept that wall of fire burning bright.
Kaltain smiled, and at last burned herself into ash on a phantom wind.
“You make me want to live, too, Aelin Galathynius,” he said. “Not exist—but live.” He cupped her cheek, and took a steadying breath—as if he’d thought about every word these past three days, over and over again. “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.”
“What do I do?” She had to swallow before she said, “You light up the darkness.”
“The end of the road,” Aelin said with a half smile. “No,” Chaol said, his own smile faint, tentative. “The beginning of the next.”
To whatever end.
And at long last, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius was home.
