Tower of Dawn (Throne of Glass, #6)

by Sarah J. Maas

Atop his snowy head sat no crown. For gods among mortals did not need markers of their divine rule.

He wished he’d been able to walk. So she could see him crawl toward her.

Dude

Sartaq whispered in Nesryn’s ear, “I was praying to the Eternal Sky and all thirty-six gods that you’d say yes.” She smiled, even if he couldn’t see it. “So was I,” Nesryn breathed, and they leaped into the skies.

But Sartaq turned to her, examining her from head to toe and back again. There was little that he missed. “They didn’t mention that you’re beautiful.”

Wait i like this guy a lot

“Thank you for tonight,” Chaol said, stifling what tried to leap off his tongue: I can’t take my eyes off you.

He was standing. He was walking. And he was kissing her.

Without the brace, Chaol was given a black mare, Farasha, whose name was about as ill-fitting as they came. It meant butterfly, Yrene told him as they gathered in the palace courtyard three days later.

The way i just saw my grandma in butterfly form then turned the page to this

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.”

And as Chaol began to move in her, he realized that here, amongst the dunes and stars … Here, in the heart of a foreign land … Here, with her, he was home.

Sartaq said to her, clear and steady, “I heard the spies’ stories of you. The fearless Balruhni woman in Adarlan’s empire. Neith’s Arrow. And I knew …” Nesryn sobbed, tugging and tugging. Sartaq smiled at her—gently. Sweetly. In a way she had not yet seen. “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.” A hiss behind him, a rising bulk of shining black— Then the prince was gone. Ripped from her hands. As if he had never been.

STOP

“We wait for the Queen of the Valg,” the spider purred, rubbing against the carving. “Who in this world calls herself Maeve.”

Omg ok plot twist

Chaol’s back ached thanks to yesterday’s ride and last night’s … other ride. Multiple rides.

Lol

“From the moment you walked into the sitting room that first day,” Chaol said. “I think I knew, even then.”

“I told him,” Sartaq said at last, “that I planned to lead the rukhin against Erawan, with or without his consent.” Worse. This was getting worse and worse. She wished his face weren’t so damn unreadable. Sartaq took a breath. “He asked me why.” “I hope you told him that the fate of the world might depend upon it.” Sartaq chuckled. “I did. But I also told him that the woman I love now plans to head into war. And I intend to follow her.”

Bruh

“I told him if that was what it took to be chosen as Heir, I didn’t want it. And I walked out.” Nesryn sucked in a breath. “Are you insane?” Sartaq smiled faintly. “I certainly hope not, for the sake of this empire.” He tugged her closer, until their bodies were nearly touching. “Because my father appointed me Heir before I could walk out of the room.”

Nesryn wondered if he knew her heart had been his from that very first ride atop Kadara. Sartaq smiled as if to say yes, he had.

but there was something to be said about the prospect of charging down Morath foot soldiers atop a horse named Butterfly.

Chaol glanced to Yrene, smiling serenely at the sea, then to the note. To the handwriting he knew as well as his own.

A moment of kindness. From a young woman who ended lives to a young woman who saved them.