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Because her safety always would come first. For him, keeping her protected, keeping her alive, would always come first.
“Fireheart,” he said onto her mouth. “Buzzard,” she murmured onto his.
And as the dead meat rained down, thudding on the castle grounds, as their blood misted the air … More, his magic moaned, spiraling down and up at the same time, dragging him again into its icy eddies.
“Is it really that hard for you to just agree with me for once?” “I never disagree.” “You always have an answer to everything.” She shook her head. “It’s insufferable.”
a crown of fire appeared atop Aelin’s hair. As the cloth smothering Goldryn burned away and the ruby glowed bloodred.
“I know, I know. But will she die if I shove a blade into her heart? Cut off her head?”
I love Aelin.
Magic is no easy gift in any form, yet fire … We burn not just within our magic, but also in our very souls. For better or worse.”
impossible beauty that the Valg princes preferred when inhabiting a human body.
“I want to see life—see the world,” Marion said, her voice softening. “I want to see everything.”
has been named Perrington’s heir and Crown Prince.” Oh gods. Hollin was a child, but still … something had rotted in him, festered—
dark-eyed, bronze-skinned male—so handsome that Dorian blinked—
Rowan pinned Fenrys with a look. The White Wolf of Doranelle smiled right back at him. Gods help them all if Fenrys and Aedion ever sat in a room together.
Aelin and Aelin looked at each other. The one in black grinned up at the newcomer. “Oh, you are gorgeous, aren’t you?”
But even they had left her alone in the woods.
Right dude wtf
what could she offer? She couldn’t even read, gods above.
Love had broken a perfect killing tool. Lorcan wondered if it would take him centuries more to stop being so pissed about it.
But she’d chosen Rowan. A prince with no crown, no army, no allies. They deserved to perish together.
Lorcan said quietly, “Would you like me to kill him for you?”
I love him.
allowed the gold in her eyes to glow like bright flame.
she decided she wanted Rowan to call her milady at least once every day.
Dorian just gave her an unreadable glance and folded his ankle over a knee.
Zaddy
Dorian realized he … perhaps he could do with a bit more wickedness and insanity, too.
Hehehehehe
She was a calamity and a commander
and sent a prayer to Temis, the Goddess of Wild Things,
Turquoise burned bright … around a core of silver. No hint of gold to be found. “That’s not Aelin,” Fenrys breathed.
The creature that stared out through Aelin’s eyes furled her fingers into a fist. Light leaked through her clenched fingers. Cold white light. Tendrils flickered—silver flame …
“Get away and don’t look.”
“Deanna,” Rowan whispered. She flicked her eyes to him in question and confirmation.
And Rowan realized what the power in her hand was. Realized that the flame she would unleash would be so cold it burned, realized it was the cold of the stars, the cold of stolen light. Not wildfire—but moonfire.
To a goddess who had walked through the temporary gate hanging
between her breasts and seized her body as if it were a mask to wear.
Later, she’d contemplate how she’d shred through every world to find Deanna and make her pay.
Before she could remember how to speak, they vanished into—nothing. Into darkness that was both solid and insubstantial as it squeezed her tightly.
He’d moved them, somehow—jumped between distances, judging by the wholly different flotsam spinning around them.
As if whatever magic he possessed to leap between short distances took everything he had.
could forge
He tucked the speculation away to consider when he was less prone to leaping to conclusions. But the threads lay in a lattice across his mind, in hues of red and green and gold and blue, glimmering and thrumming, whispering their secrets in languages not spoken in this world.
on shimmering, wide wings. Wyvern. There was only one. And only one rider atop it. A rider who did not move, whose white hair was unbound—listing toward the side. As the rider now was.
DID ABRAXOS BRING HER TO DORIAN
I can kill faster—I can sense when death is near. I think my magic is death, given to me by Hellas himself.
“I’d walk into the burning heart of hell itself to find you.”
“I’ll always find a way back to you.”
He asked Lysandra as much when she joined him thirty minutes later,
Gossipy lil bitch I love Aedion
It had taken all his self-control not to strangle Manon for abandoning the girl in the middle of Oakwald, for not flying her right to Terrasen.
That's what I'm sayin!!
Aelin snorted, wishing Chaol were present, if only to see the look on his face.
