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He pressed a kiss to her neck and said onto her rain-slick skin, “You are my Fireheart.”
“If Evangeline is hurt, you will burn. All of you.”
“To the very end, Abraxos,” she said. His roar was his only confirmation.
Dorian said smoothly, “You will find, Rolfe, that one does not deal with Celaena Sardothien. One survives her.”
He kissed her softly and said onto her lips, “I would have fought for the rest of my life to find a way to return to you again. I knew it the moment you emerged from the Valg’s darkness and smiled at me through your flames.”
She turned again, and Rolfe sneered, “Did Sam die still pining after you, or did you finally stop treating him like filth?” There was a choking sound, and a slam and rattle of glasses. She looked slowly to find Rowan with his hand around Rolfe’s neck, the captain pressed onto the map, the figures scattered everywhere, Rowan’s snarling teeth close to ripping off Rolfe’s ear. Fenrys smirked a bit. “I told you to choose your words carefully, Rolfe.”
“One said he wanted to marry you.” A low snarl. He yielded a foot but held eye contact with her as he grinned. “But you know what I told them? I said that they didn’t stand a chance in hell.” Aedion lowered his voice, holding her pained, exhausted stare. “Because I am going to marry you,” he promised her. “One day. I am going to marry you. I’ll be generous and let you pick when, even if it’s ten years from now. Or twenty. But one day, you are going to be my wife.”
Aweeeeeeeee
He shrugged. “Princess Lysandra Ashryver sounds nice, doesn’t it?”
“I love you. There is no limit to what I can give to you, no time I need. Even when this world is a forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will love you.”
I’d hate for you to waste away into nothing. It’d be a shame to lose the most beautiful woman in the world so soon into her immortal, wicked life.”
Dorian’s words are the best
Elide didn’t object—even as she walked back into the cabin, his insufferable magic helping with her limp, and slammed the door shut so hard the glass rattled.
Aweeeeeeeeeeeeee he’s starting to fallll
“I love you,” Rowan breathed onto her skin, and flicked his tongue over the spot where his canines had scratched. “I’d walk into the burning heart of hell itself to find you.”
Aedion hadn’t dared tell the shifter that he often counted the minutes until she returned, that his chest always felt unbearably tight until he spotted whatever winged or finned form she wore returning to them.
😭🥹
Aelin wiped the sweat from her brow. “She has her own reasons, and I highly doubt it was because she, in her one hundred years of killing, decided your pretty face would turn her good.” “Yours turned Rowan from three centuries of a blood oath.”
But he found Fenrys staring at her as well, his face tight and drawn. Fenrys’s voice was a broken whisper as he said, “Kill me. If that order is given. Kill me, Rowan, before I have to do it.” “You’ll be dead before you can get within a foot of her.”
Fenrys and Aelins relationship even in this book is sweet
A court that wouldn’t just change the world. It would start the world over. A court that could conquer this world—and any other it wished.
Aelin was no savior to rally behind, but a cataclysm to be weathered.
Not as Aelin turned toward Rowan, and the only flame that remained was a crown of fire atop her head. Lorcan watched in silence as Rowan slid a hand over her waist, the other cupping the side of her face, and kissed his queen.
Ash continued to fall, clumping on Elide’s silky night-dark hair. He gently picked out a bit, then put a shield over her to keep it from landing on her again.
What a sweetieeeee
That roar sounded again as a mighty shape shot down from the heavy clouds. A wyvern. A wyvern with shimmering wings. And behind it, descending upon the Fae fleet with wicked delight, flew twelve others.
Maeve smiled slightly. “What a joy, to learn that your usual good spirits remain undimmed in such dark days.” “How could they not, when so many of your pretty males are in my company?”
Fight her. I am coming for you. Even if it takes me a thousand years. I will find you, I will find you, I will find you.
Aelin Galathynius had raised an army not just to challenge Morath … but to rattle the stars. She’d known that she would not get to lead it. But she would still hold true to her promise to Darrow: I promise you on my blood, on my family’s name, that I will not turn my back on Terrasen as you have turned your back on me.
