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Still, the image haunted his dreams throughout the night: a lovely girl gazing at the stars, and the stars who gazed back.
“I give you this name to use with honor, to use when other names grow too heavy. I name you Elentiya, ‘Spirit That Could Not Be Broken.’ ”
“You could rattle the stars,” she whispered. “You could do anything, if you only dared. And deep down, you know it, too. That’s what scares you most.”
I am not alive. Nor am I dead, for that matter. I simply exist.”
So Dorian closed his eyes, and took another long breath. And when he opened his eyes, he let her go.
Enemy. Lover. Queen.
“Does your lover know what you are?” A cold question. She lifted her head, not caring how he’d found out. “He knows everything.” Not entirely true. His eyes flickered—with what emotion, she couldn’t tell. “I won’t be biting you again,” he said, and she wondered just what he’d tasted in her blood.
“You don’t bite the women of other males.”
“You are not most people, and I think you like it that way.
the story of a clever wolf and a magical fire-bird.
This is making me think of ACOTAR
“She was not becoming anything different from what she always was and always had the capacity to be. You just finally saw everything. And once you saw that other part of her …,”
“You cannot pick and choose what parts of her to love.”
I am SCREAMINGGGGG, go offff!!!
“Just as you cannot pick which parts of me you accept.”
“you do not have the right to wish she were not what she is. The only thing you have a right to do is decide whether you are her enemy or her friend.”
So I am staying. Because you are needed, and because I will follow you to whatever end.”
She was the heir of ash and fire, and she would bow to no one.
What? he seemed to ask. You just … She shook her head again. Surprise me sometimes. Good. I’d hate for you to get bored.
he’d hated her at first. And now … now that scent drove him out of his mind.
“Let’s go rattle the stars.”
Ten years later, and they were all sitting together at a table again—no longer children, but rulers of their own territories. Ten years later, and here they were, friends despite the forces that had shattered and destroyed them.
“You are my Fireheart.”
This thing between them, the force of it, could devour the world.
“We’d better eat before we raise hell.”
“You know, you ladies can let us males do things every now and then.”
You didn’t try to drown Adarlan’s Assassin in a sewer and get away with it. Not in a thousand lifetimes. “Because,” she said, “my list of people to kill is now one person longer.”
“But why? Why can’t you let it go?” He grabbed her shoulders and shook her. “Because I love you!”
“I love you,” he breathed against her mouth. “And from today onward, I want to never be separated from you. Wherever you go, I go. Even if that means going to Hell itself, wherever you are, that’s where I want to be. Forever.”
She was fire, she was darkness, she was dust and blood and shadow.
Everything has a price,
