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Bigger than a horse. Her skin was black and gray, mottled with splotches of white, her multiple eyes depthless pools of obsidian. And despite her bulk, she was slender and sleek—more black widow than wolf spider.
Hopefully no one has arachnophobia!
Dying here, now, had not occurred to her at breakfast while Borte braided her hair.
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Eos 33-51
Bitch. The princess was a bitch, and Arghun was as fine a bastard as any Chaol had ever encountered.
Wouldn’t be surprised if they had something to do with the sisters death
Even if their thirty-six gods did not care about him, he couldn’t risk it. He had seen Aelin do terrible things. He still dreamed of her gutting Archer Finn in cold blood. Still dreamed of what she’d left of Grave’s body in that alley. Still dreamed of her butchering men like cattle, in Rifthold and in Endovier, and knew just how unfeeling and brutal she could turn. He had quarreled with her earlier this summer about it—the checks on her power. The lack of them.
Bitch it’s been HOW LONG since you’ve seen her?! Plus all the good shit that came out of her brutality.!? Do you even know why she killed Archer? Bc I sure do. ALSOOOOOO a good ruler has to be able to be cold and calculating just as much as caring and understanding. That’s why you were never as good as you could’ve been. PLUS if your KING and BEST FRIEND can trust him with his life, you obviously don’t trust him as much as you claim if you don’t respect and blindly trust what he does.
You suck Chaol and always will. You judge Aelin for what she’s done when you were blindly brutal to others because you were told to be. YOU SUCK! I will never like you. Ever.
Aelin had indeed changed—grown into a queen. Was still growing into one. But he knew that there were no restraints, no inner ones, on how far Aelin would go to protect those she loved. Protect her kingdom. And if someone stood in her way, barred her from protecting them … No lines existed to cross within Aelin in regard to that. No lines at all.
YOU SUCK CHAOL AND YOURE LUCKY IM NOT IN THIS BOOK. I hope someday you meet Elaine and she puts you in your place like she did Lorcan.
You have and would protect your king with the similar rage and brutal-ness. So shut up.
So he had not been able to swear it, on Yrene’s life, that he believed Aelin might be above those sorts of methods. With her fraught history with Rolfe, she likely had used the might of her magic to intimidate him into joining their cause.
Oh my god I can’t stand you. Little does your pea brain know, she used SMARTS and didn’t show her power until it was NECESSARY while going against the army. While you’re useless ass is here sulking and judging someone you don’t even really know Aelin and her court are out there DOING SHIT TO HELP. 🙄
Perhaps Aelin had cost them this war. This one shot at a future.
Perhaps youre useless and a shitty person that doesn’t deserve to walk again. It’s not like you’ve been any help this whole series besides being whiny and a BITCH. Fuck off and go judge the man in the mirror if you’re going to talk down upon someone.
ITS TOO EARLY FOR ME TO BE THIS ENRAGED.
Being pregnant while reading TOD has made me constantly scowl while reading anything to deal with Chaol. I have wrinkles between my eyebrows over his stupid ass. 🙄
“I did have an interesting visit to the Red Desert once, but …”
BUT I WANNA HEAR ITTTT
Borte scowled. “He’s my betrothed.”
Ugh 🙄
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Eos52
And if she left, if he let her walk out … Yrene pushed down on the handle. And Chaol took a step toward her.
It’s about damn time you loser.
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Eos 53
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Eos 54-56
Yrene was smiling, and then she was laughing, as if she could not contain it inside her. Chaol thought it was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard. And that this moment, flying together over the sands, devouring the desert wind, her hair a golden-brown banner behind her … Chaol felt, perhaps for the first time, as if he was awake. And he was grateful, right down to his very bones, for it.
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Eos 57-59
Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was the heat, or the hand on her back, or the fact that this man beside her had fought and fought and never once complained about it. Yrene lunged for the princess.
One heartbeat, Hasar was smirking up at her. The next, her legs and skirts and jewels went sky-up, her shriek piercing across the dunes as Yrene shoved the princess, chair and all, into the water.
Yrene knew she was a dead woman. Knew it the moment Hasar hit the dark water and everyone leaped to their feet, shouting and drawing blades.
Yrene rose onto her toes and pressed a kiss, light as a caress, to his mouth. Never breaking his stare.
Am I the only one who thinks it’s weird to kiss with your eyes open?! Like what???!!
“I am glad that I do not love them, either, Yrene Towers,” he whispered onto her lips.
“I will cherish it always,” Chaol whispered as he slid into her, slow and deep. Pleasure rippled down his spine. “No matter what may befall the world.” Yrene kissed his neck, his shoulder, his jaw. “No matter the oceans, or mountains, or forests in the way.”
But Yrene kissed him again, in answer and silent demand. 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.
Yrene ran her thumb over the initials on the front. “I never learned her name. She only left a note with two lines. For wherever you need to go—and then some. The world needs more healers. That’s what I keep in my pocket—that little scrap of paper. What’s now in here.” Yrene tapped the locket. “I know it’s silly, but it gave me courage. When things were hard, it gave me courage. It still does.” Chaol swept the hair from her brow and kissed it. “There is nothing silly about it. And whoever she is … I will be forever grateful.”
😈 Little do you know loser Chaol!!! heheheheheee
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.
SJM COUNT YOUR MF DAYS
“Our queen,” the spider said. “We wait for Her Dark Majesty to return at last.”
Maeves stupid ass 🙄
“We wait for the Queen of the Valg,” the spider purred, rubbing against the carving. “Who in this world calls herself Maeve.”
ITS ABOUT DAMN TIME ITS SAID OUT LOUD
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Eos 60-61
But the spider only whispered, “Hurry.”
GO FALKANNNNNN
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Eos 62-63
He glanced through the open doors to the foyer. To Nesryn’s bedroom. She was due back soon. And when she did return, to find him gone, with Yrene … He’d treated her abominably. He’d let himself forget what he’d promised, what he’d implied, in Rifthold. On the ship here. And Nesryn might not hold him to any promises, but he’d broken too many of them.
Here we go 🙄 Give it up ya loser. You’re obviously no nobleman. Shut up and move on. Nesryn sure has.
“I’ll take Hafiza the scroll myself, then.” He hated the edge to her voice as he nodded, the dimming of those eyes. He’d done wrong by her, too. In not first ending things with Nesryn, to make it clear. He’d made a mess of it. A fool. He’d been a fool to think he could rise above this. Move beyond the person he’d been, the mistakes he’d made. A fool.
YOU GUYS HAD THE MOST PISS POOR “RELATIONSHIP” KNOWN TO MAN?! My god loser.. MOVE ON. She sure has and has no qualms about it. Suck it up and get over yourself.
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Eos 64-65
And if she began to stay here, and Nesryn returned before he could explain— He couldn’t get the thought out of his mind. What he’d done, the trust he’d broken.
LET. IT. GO. YA. LOSER.
You must have a big dick bc my god, I have no idea what Nesryn seen in you.
She basked in the sun atop a chaise longue on the balcony of that suite she’d occupied in the palace, a book in her lap. Tilting her head to the side, she looked him over with that lazy half smile. A cat being stirred from its repose. He hated her. He hated that face, the amusement and sharpness. The temper and viciousness that could reduce someone to shreds without so much as a word—only a look. Only a beat of silence. She enjoyed such things. Savored them.
What if we go on, only to more pain and despair? Aelin had smiled at his question, posed on that rooftop in Rifthold. As if she had understood, long before he did, that he would find this pit. And learn the answer for himself. Then it is not the end.
He still had much to do. Oaths to keep. And looking at her, at that smile … Life. He had life to savor, to fight for.
“Is the mark—” Her mouth tightened. “It is smaller, but … still there.” She poked a point on his spine. “Though I do not feel anything when I touch it. Nothing at all.” A reminder. As if some god wanted him to remember this, remember what had occurred.
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Eos 66-67
Sartaq stared down at her, that soft, sweet smile on his mouth again. “You saved me.”
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Eos 68-end
Yrene let out a small sound at the sight of the gagged and bound Healer on High seated on a golden throne. But it was the woman standing beside the healer, a knife resting on her round belly, that made Chaol’s blood go cold. Duva. The khagan’s now-youngest daughter. She smiled at them as they approached—and the expression was not human. It was Valg.
KYLE WAS RIGHT. DANG. HIM.
“What was the cost,” Chaol rasped. If she’d given up anything, he’d find a way to retrieve it. He didn’t care what he had to pay, he’d— “To keep your life tethered in this world, we had to bind it to another. To hers. Two lives,” Hafiza clarified, “now sharing one thread.
KYLE WAS RIGHT AGAIN 🙄😭
She trembled at it. What he so freely gave. Not the empire and crown, but … the life. His heart. 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. So she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
He’d brought that damned gold couch with them, shredded cushions and all. It had earned him no shortage of comments from Hasar when it was hauled into the cargo hold, but he didn’t care. If they survived this war, he’d build a house for Yrene around the damn thing. Along with a stable for Farasha, currently terrorizing the poor soldiers tasked with mucking out her stall aboard the ship. A wedding gift from Hasar, along with Yrene’s own Muniqi horse. He’d almost told the princess that she could keep Hellas’s Horse, but there was something to be said about the prospect of charging down Morath
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Kingdom of ash
Once upon a time, in a land long since burned to ash, there lived a young princess who loved her kingdom …
The prince whose scent was kissed with pine and snow, the scent of that kingdom she had loved with her heart of wildfire. Even when the dark queen presided over the hunter’s ministrations, the princess thought of him. Held on to his memory as if it were a rock in the raging river.
The ships had sailed up the Florine, right to Orynth’s doorstep, banners of every color flapping in the brisk wind off the Staghorns: the cobalt and gold of Wendlyn, the black and crimson of Ansel of Briarcliff, the shimmering silver of the Whitethorn royals and their many cousins. The Silent Assassins, scattered throughout the fleet, had no banner, though none was needed to identify them—not with their pale clothes and assortment of beautiful, vicious weapons.
Darrow and the other lords didn’t believe his claim that Erawan would strike in deep winter—or believe Ren, when the Lord of Allsbrook voiced his agreement. Erawan was no fool, they claimed. Despite his aerial legion of witches, even Valg foot soldiers could not cross snow when it was ten feet deep. They’d decided that Erawan would wait until spring.
Darrow is stupid and I hope he dies first.
