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She didn’t tell the Healer on High that she wasn’t entirely sure how much longer she’d be a help—not yet. Hadn’t whispered a word of that doubt to anyone, even Chaol. Yrene’s hand drifted across her abdomen and lingered.
BABY WESTFALL?????!!?
Dorian’s magic balked. The severed head hit the ground near him and rolled. A room flashed, the red marble stained with blood, the thud of a head on stone the only sound beyond his screaming. I was not supposed to love you.
flashbacks of Sorscha… poor guy
Manon stiffened, her chin lifting. “I am one hundred seventeen years old,” she said flatly. “I have spent the majority of that time killing. Don’t convince yourself that the events of the past few months have erased that.”
girl.. how are you this old?
It was more intimate than anything they’d shared, more vulnerable than she’d ever allowed herself to be. “An alliance,” she said, throat bobbing, “between you and me.” Her golden eyes lifted to his, the offer gleaming there. To marry. To unite their peoples in the strongest, most unbreakable of terms.
EEEEKKK
“You don’t want that,” he said with equal quiet. “You would never want to be shackled to any man like that.”
DORIAN SHUT UP
“And I shall remember that for as long as I live,” Maeve said, and some kernel of emotion indeed danced over her face. “They went willingly. I tell myself that whenever I look upon them now and see nothing of the creatures I knew. They wished to help me.” Her eyes met his. “Not all Valg are evil.”
why is SJM trying to make me feel bad for Maeve after 7 books of me hating her guts??
“At dawn, the Lock will be forged and the keys go back into the gate,” Dorian finished. Rowan just stared and stared at his mate. His reason for breathing. Elide asked softly, “What is your vote, Aelin?” Aelin tore her eyes from Rowan, and he felt the absence of that stare like a frozen wind as she said, “It doesn’t matter.”
this is actually the most depressing thing i’ve ever read in my entire life
