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Because for Terrasen, for Erilea, Elena would walk into the eternal darkness lurking across the valley to buy them all a chance.
and to also find Celaena Sardothien, whoever she was,
Three slivers of stone cleaved from an unholy Wyrdgate, each key capable of tremendous and terrible power.
Black as a starless night.
her magic wanted to dance with his.
she might never get sick of it, that laugh. That smile.
“If you do not fight in this war, Gavriel, then you doom your son to die.”
She’d claimed him, and he’d claimed her, and he knew she was well aware of what that claiming meant—just
“Mala Fire-Bringer was your mother.”
“Her name is Elide Lochan. Her uncle is Lord of Perranth. He will reward you handsomely to turn her over.”
“I’d walk into the burning heart of hell itself to find you.”
“As tempting as seeing you naked and chained might be …” A soft lover’s laugh. “I don’t think you’d enjoy the loss of control.”
“I said that I’d do it.”
“You have a preference for immortal warriors. Why can’t I?”
instead had set with seawater, the salt locking the scars into place before the immortal body could smooth it over.
The Queen of Flame and
Shadow, the Heir of Fire, Aelin of the Wildfire, Fireheart
The inferno went on and on.
did when he’d slipped it onto her finger this morning. He’d
“Don’t look,” Lorcan snapped, squeezing her face again to draw her eyes to his own. His
“This ends now. You two don’t touch them. They’re under the protection of Aelin Galathynius. If you harm them, it will be considered an act of war.”
“You look … so much like your mother,”
“Your mother told me to tell you that she loves you—very much. Those were her last words to me. ‘Tell my Elide I love her very much.’ ”
As Manon Blackbeak saw her and Aelin, knee-to-knee in the grass, and mouthed one word.
Hope.
The three of them, the remnants of their court, their families.
“because of Kaltain Rompier.”
“She said t-to remember your promise to punish them all. And s-said that you can unlock any door, if you only have the k-key.”
Queen, and lover, and friend—and
“I find pleasure in both, depending on my mood and the person.”
“We can figure it out. Make no demands of each other beyond honesty.”
He’d show her all of it. And walk onto those battlefields again and again to ensure he could.
Surrender—or be sent to the bottom of the ocean.
He would not let it end here, not let this be what broke them.
‘Flame and iron, together bound, merge into silver to learn what must be found. A mere step is all it shall take.’”
“And I suppose she and I are flame and iron.”
“We will stay until we are commanded otherwise.”
They bounced off scales of Spidersilk. Hours spent studying the material grafted onto Abraxos’s wings had taught her about it—how to change her own skin into the impenetrable fiber.
Lysandra was going to make the bitch regret it.
Now the dark queen’s flag vanished entirely, as Fae ships bearing the silver banner of the House of Whitethorn opened fire upon their own armada.
Every single one of his cousins had attacked.
That Elena and Nehemia had known each other. Worked together.
“The Queen Who Was Promised,” Aelin said. “But not to the world. To the gods—to the keys.”
tell him thank you—for walking that dark path with me back to the light.”
Rowan hissed, “Where is my wife?”
That Lorcan had betrayed her and summoned Maeve here. That she had been living on borrowed time.
“I hope you spend the rest of your miserable, immortal life suffering. I hope you spend it alone. I hope you live with regret and guilt in your heart and never find a way to endure it.”
“I am going to find the Crochans. And I am going to raise an army with them. For Aelin Galathynius. And her people. And for ours.”
She had made plans for all of them—and none for herself.
His Fireheart. His equal, his friend, his lover. His wife. His mate.
