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“I’m the general of the Bane, and a prince of both Ashryver and Galathynius houses. I’m not some untrained foot soldier.”
“There might not be another day. And—and I would consider my life very sad indeed if I never played again.”
“Honestly, Rowan, I don’t know how you put up with him for so many centuries. Five minutes and I’m bored to tears.”
I don’t know what I’ll do, you bastard, but I’ll make your life a living hell for it.
“A world where people like me don’t have to hide.”
She mimicked, “Your human tongues cannot pronounce our names. I’ve heard that one before, unfortunately.
SAM CORTLAND BELOVED
“I miss you,” she said. “Every day, I miss you. And I wonder what you would have made of all this. Made of me. I think—I think you would have been a wonderful king. I think they would have liked you more than me, actually.” Her throat tightened. “I never told you—how I felt. But I loved you, and I think a part of me might always love you. Maybe you were my mate, and I never knew it. Maybe I’ll spend the rest of my life wondering about that. Maybe I’ll see you again in the Afterworld, and then I’ll know for sure. But until then … until then I’ll miss you, and I’ll wish you were here.”
My mother died defending Aelin Galathynius, the heir to the throne of Terrasen. She bought Aelin time to run. They followed Aelin’s tracks to the frozen river, where they said she must have fallen in and drowned.
“Do you believe monsters are born, or made?” From what she’d seen today, she would say some creatures were very much born evil. But what Manon was asking … “I’m not the one who needs to answer that question,” Elide said.
The worst of it had been requested by Arobynn. Requested, as punishment for Sam’s loving her—punishment for tampering with Arobynn’s belongings.
He would probably have been even more scandalized to learn I’m not wearing any undergarments beneath this dress.
Rowan stood with his queen in the rain, breathing in her scent, and let her steal his warmth for as long as she needed.
Tired of death, and of waiting, and of saying good-bye.
One last time—you have to wear this mask one last time, and then you can bury Celaena Sardothien forever.
I own everything they have here—even their clothes. I’m feeling generous, so I’ll let them keep those, since their taste is shit-awful anyway.
“You can’t just toss us out. What will we do? Where will we go?” “I hear hell is particularly nice at this time of year.”
Go find your friends, get your money together, and then sit on the curb like the trash you are until the Master returns.”
Don’t touch me like that—when it was obvious the warrior-prince felt quite the opposite. But Aelin—gods above, Aelin was still figuring it out.
“That’s the problem. Yes, you can do most things on your own. That doesn’t mean you have to.”
he needed to sort it out—needed to sort himself out, too, no matter what he wanted from her. Even if it was agony.
“I wasn’t just talking about her,” Lysandra said, and she chewed on her full lip. “You—I’m grateful for you.”
“Aelin—I’ve seen it used, seen it wreck cities. It can literally melt people.” “Good. So we know it works, then.”
He wondered whether Lorcan realized that if he killed her, Lorcan himself would be next. Then Maeve. And maybe the world, for spite.
His eyes were cold. “Don’t shut me out,” she breathed. “Never,” he murmured. “That’s not—”
“I kept thinking about how you might never know that I missed you with only an ocean between us. But if it was death separating us … I would find you. I don’t care how many rules it would break. Even if I had to get all three keys myself and open a gate, I would find you again. Always.”
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,” he added as he leaned down again, brushing his mouth over the cut at the base of her throat, “when I make you moan, Aelin.”
oh!
He had nothing and no one, anyway. If he got the chance, he would find a way to end it. For now, this was eternity, this was birth and death and rebirth. So he drank the man’s pain, his fear, his sorrow. And he learned to like it.
She had once believed that she’d been born to be queen. She had since learned that she’d been born to be a wolf. The duke had even put a collar on her like a dog, and had shoved a demon prince inside her.
She’d forgotten the name she’d been given, but it made no difference. She had only one name now: Death, devourer of worlds.
“I’ll even let you decide how I tell you: with words”—his eyes flicked once to her mouth—“or with my teeth and tongue.”
“But would you bleed red, or black?” “I’ll bleed whatever color you tell me to.”
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.
monster, he’d called her weeks ago. He had believed it, and allowed it to be a shield against the bitter tang of disappointment and sorrow. He was a fool.
Sapphire eyes snapped to hers. No trace of otherworldly darkness. Just a man trapped inside.
But screaming would do her no good. Not in a Keep full of monsters. Not in a world where no one remembered she existed, or bothered to care.
“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.”
“Because that golden-haired witch, Asterin …,” Aelin said. “She screamed Manon’s name the way I screamed yours.”
“How can I take away somebody who means the world to someone else?
Tried, and failed. She wondered if anyone would even remember her name when she was dead. If it would ever be carved anywhere. She knew the answer. And knew there was no one coming for her.
“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.
There she was, that queen looking out at him, a hint of the ruler she was becoming. And it knocked the breath out of him, because it made him feel so strangely young—when she now seemed so old.
“Maybe once all this … once everything is over,” Chaol said hoarsely, “we could figure that out. Together.”
Her mouth wobbled slightly, and she released his hand only to brace her own on his chest. “Just once,” she said. “I want to kiss you just once.” Every thought went out of his head. “That sounds like you’re expecting not to do it again.”
SCREAMING
“Even when we’re apart tomorrow, I’ll be with you every step of the way. And every step after—wherever that may be.”
“You make me want to live, Rowan. Not survive; not exist. Live.”
My babyyyy
One sentence just for Aelin Galathynius; one sentence that changed everything: WITCH KILLER— THE HUMAN IS STILL INSIDE HIM
“Ten years of shadows, but no longer. Light up the darkness, Majesty.”
“I do wonder,” the king mused, leaning back on his throne, “who has been conspiring more: the captain, or you, Champion. Or should I call you Aelin?”
