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Ice and fire. Frost and embers. Locked in a battle, pushing and pulling. Beneath it, she could almost taste Rowan’s steel will slamming against her magic—a will that refused to let the fire burn her into nothing.
“Who did that do to you?”
And when she awoke before dawn, warm and safe and rested, Rowan was still holding her hand, clasped to his chest.
“Tell me which one of your little cadre is the handsomest, and if he would fancy me.”
Afraid to play with fire, Princess?
For a moment, as the beat pulsed around them, phantom wings from the mountain itself, Manon thought that it would not be so bad to die—if it was with him, if she was not alone.
And it was those wings, covered in glimmering patches of Spidersilk, that stayed strong and sturdy, sending them soaring clean up the side of the Omega and into the starry sky beyond.
So he knocked her into the mud or the stream or the grass with a blast of wind or ice. So she rose, shooting arrows of flame, her shield now her strongest ally.
she lived and breathed and dreamt of fire.
The soldiers killed every slave in Calaculla.”
And finally, not for pomp or triumph, but to mourn what they had become, they played the Song of Adarlan.
Because you are needed, and because I will follow you to whatever end.”
And when she grasped the dagger, its weight lighter than she remembered, Rowan looked into her eyes, into the very core of her, and said, “Fireheart.”
And he looked lonely enough that she said, “If you like, you could be my friend.”
Dorian lifted his chin. “I have a friend. He is to be Lord of Anielle someday, and the fiercest warrior in the land.”
The King of Adarlan had used his power on her that night.
That moment Lady Marion had chosen a desperate hope for her kingdom over herself, over her husband and the daughter who would wait and wait for a return that would never come. That was the moment that had broken everything Aelin Galathynius was and had promised to be.
One by one, like shadows emerging from the mist, they appeared. The faces of the people she had loved with her heart of wildfire.
She would not let that light go out. She would fill the world with it, with her light—her gift.
She was not afraid. She would remake the world—remake it for them, those she had loved with this glorious, burning heart; a world so brilliant and prosperous that when she saw them again in the Afterworld, she would not be ashamed.
the gold and red and blue flames utterly hers, this heir of fire. Spying him at last, she smiled faintly. A queen’s smile.
They were carranam.
She was the heir of ash and fire, and she would bow to no one.
And then Celaena set the world on fire.
Aelin of the Wildfire. Aelin Fireheart. Aelin Light-Bringer.
“We pity you, each and every one of you. For what you do to your children. They are not born evil. But you force them to kill and hurt and hate until there is nothing left inside of them—of you.
He still thought she was innocent.
No way
That was all it took to sever Sorscha’s head. The scream that erupted out of Dorian was the worst sound that Chaol had ever heard.
And then Dorian, still screaming, was scrambling through the blood toward it—toward her head, as if he could put it back. As if he could piece her together.
The arrow froze midflight and dropped to the floor, shattering into a hundred pieces.
Fuck
“And then I am going to rattle the stars.”
She lifted her face to the stars. She was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, heir of two mighty bloodlines, protector of a once-glorious people, and Queen of Terrasen. She was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius—and she would not be afraid.
