More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
It was like waking up or being born or falling out of the sky. It was an answer and a song, and she could not think or feel fast enough.
The first war. The first demon war, before Elena and Gavin were born, before Terrasen.
Aelin frightens everyone.” He snorted. “But not him. I think that’s why she fell in love with him, against her best intentions. Rowan beheld all Aelin was and is, and he was not afraid.”
“Mountains. And seas,” she whispered. “So you never forget that you climbed them and crossed them. That you—only you—got yourself here.”
“I loved you before I ever set eyes on you,” he said. “Please,” Nesryn wept. Sartaq’s hand tightened on hers. “I wish we’d had time.”
“We wait for the Queen of the Valg,” the spider purred, rubbing against the carving. “Who in this world calls herself Maeve.”
And I may have failed her in this life. But not in my death.”
Even now, even so far from home, she had never once been alone.
Then it is not the end.
Sartaq stared down at her, that soft, sweet smile on his mouth again. “You saved me.”
They were here, and alive, and she had never known such true terror and despair as she had in those moments when he had been hauled away.
“I have no one in my life who would miss me anyway.”
She had claimed him upon leaving the Eridun aerie.
He’d almost told the princess that she could keep Hellas’s Horse, but there was something to be said about the prospect of charging down Morath foot soldiers atop a horse named Butterfly.
The three hundred healers from the Torre, now spread across the one thousand ships of the khagan himself.
A moment of kindness. From a young woman who ended lives to a young woman who saved them.
