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Aelin had promised herself, months and months ago, that she would not pretend to be anything but what she was. She had crawled through darkness and blood and despair—she had survived.
Aelin held Darrow’s gray-eyed gaze, predator recognizing predator.
“I serve you, Aelin. Do not apologize for putting me to use.”
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Go to tod chpt 1
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Tod chpt 2
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Tod chpt 4-6
“So you, Granddaughter, will not die for this. But one of your Thirteen will.”
EXCUSE ME
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Tod chpt 7
By the time they reached the ancient port town of Ilium a week later, she’d stopped leaving gold behind.
Where exactly is all this money being kept?? I know she doesn’t have all of her riches up her ass while they travel, and she didn’t mention any worries about it being in Rifthold….. soooooooo?
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Tod chpt 8-10
But his cousin turned her head toward the nearby ocean, as if she could see all the way to Maeve and her awaiting fleet. If the immortal bitch allied with Morath … Surely Maeve would not be so stupid.
My sister in christ.. you just wait.
Lysandra’s pale green eyes pinned him to the spot. “It’s the calm before the storm, Aedion.”
Two goddesses walk hand in hand with Aelin. More than that, Mala and Deanna have watched over her the entirety of her life. But perhaps it wasn’t watching. Perhaps it was … shaping. So they might one day unleash her, too. And I wonder if the gods have weighed the costs of that storm. And deemed the casualties worth it.”
That staggeringly beautiful face turned positively wicked. “Careful, Aedion. I bite.”
He knew even now part of her remained with the girl, just as part of Aelin remained with Rowan. He wondered if he’d ever feel it—that degree of love.
He’d never tell her this in a thousand years, but looking at Aelin and Rowan, he sometimes envied them.
Same
A reminder that she might be the heir of fire … but Erawan was King of the Darkness.
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Tod chpt 11+12
And Manon understood in that moment that there were forces greater than obedience, and discipline, and brutality. Understood that she had not been born soulless; she had not been born without a heart.
Then Manon Blackbeak whirled and brought Wind-Cleaver down upon her grandmother.
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Tod chpt 13-16
She took a sip of her stew, steeling herself, thinking of Asterin Blackbeak. Charming, confident, fearless. She’d always had her head at a jaunty angle, a looseness to her limbs, a hint of a smile on her lips.
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Tod chpt 17
“Mother’s tits, Rowan. Even if we could, the armada’s already in use.”
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Tod chpt 18-21
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Tod chpt 22+23
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Tod 24
“The world,” Aelin said, “will be saved and remade by the dreamers, Rolfe.”
Dorian blinked at the shifter, starting. “And gods above—you really can take on any human form.” Lysandra shrugged, the irreverent street whore debating her rate. “It’s not as interesting as you’d think. I’d like to see if I could become a plant. Or a bit of wind.”
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Tod 25-28
“My uncle … He is a commander at Morath.” Lorcan froze. And looked right to the bedroll. But Marion continued between bites, “He … locked me in the dungeon once.” The wind in the grasses died; the campfire far beyond their tent flickered, the people around it huddling closer together as the nighttime insects went silent and the small, furred creatures of the plains scampered into their burrows.
So he just shut the earth off in a “who hurt you”-esqe moment and I’m just supposed to believe they aren’t going to fall in love? 😹
She would never ally with such evil—never be foolish enough to ally with the Valg. Not when she warred with them millennia ago.
LITTLE DO YOU KNOW. STOOPID MAN.
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Tod 29-31
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Tod 32
“You look …,” Gavriel breathed, sinking into his chair. “You look so much like her.” Aedion knew Gavriel didn’t mean Aelin. Even Fenrys looked at the Lion now, at the grief rippling in those tawny eyes. But Aedion barely remembered his mother. Barely recalled anything more than her dying, wrecked face. So he said, “She died so your queen wouldn’t get her claws on me.”
“She was twenty-three years old. She never married, and her family shunned her. She refused to tell anyone who’d sired me, and took their disdain, their humiliation, without an ounce of self-pity. She did it because she loved me, not you.”
GET EM BABE
“And if he starts pointing fingers, I’ll remind him that he’s served that bitch in Doranelle for centuries without question.” Aedion snorted. “I’d pay good money to see you go toe-to-toe with him. And Fenrys.” She nudged him with an elbow. “You say the word, General, and I’ll transform into the face of their nightmares.” “And what creature is that?” She gave him a knowing little smile. “Something I’ve been work- ing on.”
SEAAAAA DRAGOOOON
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Tod 33-35
Aelin was insane, Dorian realized. Brilliant and wicked, but insane.
And as the Pirate Lord and Queen of Terrasen shook hands and she grinned at Rolfe, Dorian realized he … perhaps he could do with a bit more wickedness and insanity, too. This war would not be won on smiles and manners.
“Come on, Lysandra,” Aelin breathed, and sent a prayer to Temis, the Goddess of Wild Things, to keep the shifter swift and unfaltering beneath the waves.
“Every key has a lock. Tell the Queen Who Was Promised to retrieve it soon, for all the allies in the world shall make no difference if she does not wield the Lock, if she does not put those keys back with it. Tell her flame and iron, together bound, merge into silver to learn what must be found. A mere step is all it shall take.”
Aedion drawled, even as his relief began to crumble his mask of arrogant calmness, “The useless sentries in the watchtower are now all half in love with you,” he lied. “One said he wanted to marry you.” A low snarl. He yielded a foot but held eye contact with her as he grinned. “But you know what I told them? I said that they didn’t stand a chance in hell.” Aedion lowered his voice, holding her pained, exhausted stare. “Because I am going to marry you,” he promised her. “One day. I am going to marry you. I’ll be generous and let you pick when, even if it’s ten years from now. Or twenty. But
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Aelin met Rowan’s stare and said clearly and baldly and without a speckle of doubt, “I love you. I am in love with you, Rowan. I have been for a while. And I know there are limits to what you can give me, and I know you might need time—” His lips crushed into hers, and he said onto her mouth, dropping words more precious than rubies and emeralds and sapphires into her heart, her soul, “I love you. There is no limit to what I can give to you, no time I need. Even when this world is a forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will love you.”
And just to see what he’d do, she palmed him through his pants. Rowan barked a curse. She laughed quietly, kissed his newest scar again, and dragged a finger down lazily, indolently, holding his gaze for every single inch she touched. And when Aelin laid her palm flat on him again, she said, “You are mine.” Rowan’s breathing started again, jagged and savage as the waves breaking around them. She flicked open the top button of his pants. “I’m yours,” he ground out. Another button popped free. “And you love me,” she said. Not a question. “To whatever end,” he breathed.
Understanding flashed in those green eyes as he raised his head from her neck to study the spot where those canines had once pierced her skin. “That was the first time I really lost control around you, you know. I wanted to chuck you off a cliff, yet I bit you before I knew what I was doing. I think my body knew, my magic knew. And you tasted …” Rowan loosed a jagged breath. “So good. I hated you for it. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I’d wake up at night with that taste on my tongue—wake up thinking about your foul, beautiful mouth.” He traced his thumb over her lips. “You don’t want to
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Rowan raised his brows, chuckling as he debated reminding her how she’d begged him throughout, how she’d said words like please, and oh, gods, and then a few extra pleases thrown in for good measure. He’d enjoy wringing those rarely seen manners from her again.
She had not realized how impossible the survival of the Thirteen might indeed have been until she was practically begging Dorian Havilliard to find them for her. Until she had found herself desperate enough to sell her sword for any news of them. If they even wanted to serve her after everything. A Blackbeak—and a Crochan.
Oh Manon… how little you truly have picked up about your 13. They don’t care about your lineage 🙄
And if Elide needed to go to Aelin anyway … Oh, he’d find Aelin for Elide. And he’d make the Queen of Terrasen crawl before the end of it.
We’re all tired of your bitching and whining 🙄 Shit up already. If Manon can half ass face her emotions, SO CAN YOU BIG MAN.
He gripped her hard, forcing her to meet his eyes as he snarled, “I see you. I see every part of you. And I am not afraid.” I will not be afraid.
