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she had married Whitethorn … so Terrasen could have a king. Perhaps had been spurred into action because she knew Lorcan had already betrayed her, that Maeve was coming …
EOS - Lorcan realising he’s the worst is so sad?
Aedion turned to Lysandra and snarled, “You knew.” Lysandra did not flinch. “She asked me—that day on the boat. To help her. She told me the suspected price to banish Erawan and restore the keys. What I needed to do.”
EOS - this is like a fracture to my heart tbh
“Aelin would die to forge the new Lock to seal the keys into the gate—to banish Erawan. But no one would know. No one but us. Not while you wore her skin for the rest of your life.”
EOS - Lysandra really just going above and beyond
“But any offspring with Rowan wouldn’t look anything like—” Lysandra’s face was pleading. “You would fix that, Aedion. With me.”
EOS - the way he’s so mad at her rn is so painful
“I hope you spend the rest of your miserable, immortal life suffering. I hope you spend it alone. I hope you live with regret and guilt in your heart and never find a way to endure it.”
EOS - I’m so sad
“Crochan Queen.”
EOS - yes
Dorian slid the keys into his pocket. And the road that now sprawled away before him, curving into unknown, awaiting shadow … it did not frighten him.
EOS - it frightens me tho
Rowan had known. Part of him had known that Aelin was his mate. And had turned away from that
EOS - so sad for him
It was all borrowed time anyway.
EOS - nope nope nope
Fight her. I am coming for you. Even if it takes me a thousand years. I will find you, I will find you, I will find you.
EOS - Rowan you are killing me
Galan Ashryver, Crown Prince of Wendlyn.
EOS - GALAN
TERRASEN REMEMBERS EVALIN ASHRYVER. DO YOU? I FOUGHT AT MISTWARD FOR YOUR PEOPLE. RETURN THE GODS-DAMNED FAVOR.
EOS - obsessed with Aelin sending this and not a polite message
Ilias, son of the Mute Master of the Silent Assassins, gaped at Ansel, his back stiffening. But Rowan stepped toward the man, drawing his attention.
EOS - ily ilia’s
I promise you that no matter how far I go, no matter the cost, when you call for my aid, I will come, Aelin had told him she’d sworn to Darrow. I’m going to call in old debts and promises. To raise an army of assassins and thieves and exiles and commoners. And she had. She had meant and accomplished every word of it.
EOS - I can’t
Tears slid down Aedion’s face as he silently sobbed. Where are our allies, Aelin? Where are our armies? She had taken the criticism—taken it, because he knew she hadn’t wanted to disappoint them if she failed.
EOS - this is too much
Aelin Galathynius had raised an army not just to challenge Morath … but to rattle the stars.
EOS - ratTLE THE STARS
“Prince—I need you to retrieve something for me before you join us in the North.” Find her, find her, find her, the shifter seemed to beg. Rowan nodded, at a loss for words. Lysandra took his hand, squeezed it once in thanks, a polite, public farewell between a queen and her consort, and stepped away.
EOS - this is so stressful
“I’ll go north. With—her. To oversee the armies, make sure it’s all in place.” Rowan clasped Aedion’s forearm. “The lines have to hold. Buy us whatever time you can, brother.”
EOS - My boys :(
“Bring her back, Prince,” Aedion said, voice cracking. “Bring her home.”
EOS - please bring her home
Unleashing a cry that set the world trembling, Prince Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius, Consort of the Queen of Terrasen, began the hunt to find his wife.
EOS - please Rowan
“I am Nesryn Faliq, Captain of the Royal Guard of Adarlan. As Lord Westfall once was before King Dorian appointed him as his Hand earlier this summer.”
TOD - I love you Nesryn
“You suspect foul play?” “All I know is that no matter Tumelun’s moods … I knew her. As I know my own heart.” He put a hand over it. “She would not have jumped.”
TOD - lowkey cute tbh
Yrene Towers
TOD - YRENE ❤️
She cleared her throat, readying to scream. Not rape, not theft—not something that cowards would rather hide from. Yell fire, the stranger had instructed her. A threat to all. If you are attacked, yell about a fire.
TOD - this is the best advice I’ve ever heard. Thanks SJM.
Ps. Yrene is everything to me
“Just finishing up my reading for the night,” she called to her invisible salvation ahead. She sent up a silent prayer of thanks to Silba that her voice held steady and merry. “Cook is expecting me for a last cup of tea. Want to join?” Making it seem like someone was expecting her: another trick she’d picked up. Yrene cleared five more steps before she realized whoever it was had again halted. Buying her ruse.
TOD - me pretending to be on the phone so I don’t have to talk to someone
“The girls are deeply shaken. There hasn’t been an intruder in the Torre for a great while. I think it would go a long way if you were to join me tomorrow—to teach what you know.” For a long moment, he stared at her. Blinked. “You realize I’m in this chair.” “And? Your mouth still works.” Tart, crisp words.
TOD - Chaol trying to use his chair as such an excuse and I love Yrene having no part in it is my favourite thing
Nesryn knew it wasn’t polite to squeeze a prince’s arms so hard the bone was likely to break. But she did so anyway as Kadara spread her shining golden wings and leaped out. Leaped down.
TOD - I think Sartaq did this on purpose
This was … this was breath. This was …
TOD - Nesryn is adorable
Yrene watched as through a distant window while Chaol took her cup and lifted it to her lips.
TOD - this is very cute of Chaol tbh
She sheathed her knife. “Were you following me?” The prince flicked his dark, calm eyes to her. “You didn’t exactly try to be inconspicuous when you left through the front gate, armed to the teeth.”
TOD - only Nesryn could almost stab a prince and act cool about it
“When I was a boy, they told stories at the aeries of similar horrors.”
TOD - tell me everything pls
“Are there canals beneath here—nearby sewers that might connect to the Torre?” Her question was little more than a push of air. “I don’t know,” Sartaq admitted with equal quiet. He smiled grimly as he pointed toward an ancient grate in the sloped stones of the alley. “But it would be my honor to accompany you in discovering one.”
TOD - Sartaq has rizz
“As handsome as Yrene said.” “I said no such thing,” Yrene hissed.
TOD - way to make it seem like you have a crush
Yrene walked on, feeling Kashin’s stare until she rounded a corner. She leaned against the wall, closing her eyes and exhaling deeply. Fool. So many others would call her a fool and yet— “I almost feel bad for the man.” She opened her eyes to find Chaol, breathless and eyes still smoldering, wheeling himself around the corner.
TOD - I actually love Kashin
“Do you have any idea what it is like? To go from that”—he waved a hand toward her, her body, her legs, her spine—“to this?”
TOD - this line hits my feels so hard
Yrene pressed his shirt again to her nose as a new trickle slid out. “At least,” she said around the fabric and blood, “the stain from earlier now matches my dress.” A sorry attempt at humor, but he offered her a grim smile. “I thought it was part of the design.”
TOD - this is actually very cute
“She wakes,” Lord Chaol said. Yrene strode for him, gravel crunching loudly in the drowsy dawn. “You rode here?” “All by myself.”
TOD - the banter is melting my icy heart
Sartaq cleared his throat. “Join me here, Captain Faliq.” Nesryn stood quickly, and Hasar beamed up at her. The princess patted the back of the seat Nesryn had vacated and crooned to Yrene, lingering a few feet away, “You sit here. In case you are needed.”
TOD - hasar is a mole
So as Kashin leaned forward to invite Yrene to join him at a couch, Chaol turned to the healer and said, “I would like to sit with you.” Her eyes were slightly wide. “Where.” Kashin shut his mouth, and Chaol had the sense that there was a target being drawn on his chest.
TOD - rip Kashin
Yrene’s eyes dropped to his mouth, and every instinct, every bit of focus, narrowed on that movement. Every part of him came to aching attention. And the sensation of it, as he casually adjusted his jacket over his lap, was better than an ice bath.
TOD - you ain’t SLICK Chaol
You will never be my friend my friend my friend The darkness shoved itself down his throat, choking him, strangling him. He let it. Felt himself open his jaws wide to let it in farther. Take it, he told the darkness. Yes, it purred to him. Yes.
TOD - nooool
But how could they have known I was coming?” His answering grin was the portrait of princely arrogance. “Because I sent word a day before that you were likely to join me.” Nesryn gaped at him, unable to maintain that mask of calm. Rising, Sartaq scooped up their plates. “I told you that I was praying you’d join me, Nesryn Faliq. If I’d shown up empty-handed, Borte would have never let me hear the end of it.”
TOD - I am obsessed with Sartaqas sheer male arrogance
Borte elbowed past him, and breathed to Nesryn, “Show me.”
TOD - Borte is my best friend
“We call them the stygian spiders.”
TOD - EEEEEEEPPPPP
“Why not go hunt that spider back home, then? Why come here?” Falkan didn’t answer. Houlun said, “Because he was also told that only a great warrior can slay a kharankui. The greatest in the land. He heard of our close proximity to the terrors and thought to try his luck here first—to learn what we know about the spiders; perhaps how to kill them.”
TOD - rip Celeana
“You brought me down here on a fool’s errand, then.” Sharp, cold words.
TOD - the 5 seconds Sartaq feels used is the worst of my life
“What if we ventured out for dinner instead?” “You mean—in the city?” She pointed toward
TOD - pls go on a date
The Watchtower of Eidolon jutted up from the mist-shrouded pines like the shard of a broken sword.
TOD - to remind you that you’re reading a fantasy novel
“We keep quiet, tread carefully. I go first.”
TOD - Nesryn taking control is hot
A faint click, and Nesryn hurled herself back, slamming into Sartaq and sending them both sprawling to the ground. A thud sounded within the stairwell below, then another. In the quiet that followed, her heavy breathing the only sound, she listened again. “Hidden bolts,” she observed, wincing as she found Sartaq’s face mere inches away. His eyes were upon the stairwell, even as he kept a hand on her back, the other angling his long knife toward the archway. “Seems I owe you my life, Captain,” Sartaq
TOD - this would be so scary
