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It would take a monster to destroy a monster.
Enemy. Lover. Queen.
Mab
But that didn’t stop her from loving him, as she still did, invisible and secret, ever since she’d first laid eyes on him six years ago.
“I wish you to become who you were born to be. To become queen.”
one crowned with a star and armed with a bow and quiver, the other bearing a polished bronze disk upheld between her raised hands. She could have sworn she felt them watching her.
“you are a coward.”
She tried not to let it show, what it did to her to have him remember her name.
“Ask it, Sorscha.”
Aelin—Aelin, whom he had loved, who should have been his queen, and to whom he would have one day sworn the blood oath.
that child of kings.
she is dead, and I am left with my worthless life!”
Manon felt that ebb and flow in the world, that invisible current that some called Fate and some called the loom of the Three-Faced Goddess.
Torre Cesme in the southern continent,
there was no escaping her fate, even though she sometimes prayed to the gods that she could.
protect me somehow.
You are nothing to me, and I do not care.”
but … it would have been nice, she supposed. It would have been nice to have one person who knew the absolute truth about her—and didn’t hate her for it. It would have been really, really nice.
flickering light inside of her guttered. And went out.
now that she understood that in the weeks she had been looking at him it had been like gazing at a reflection. No wonder she had loathed him.
we always had headaches
She had to look away for a moment to keep from letting him see just what that meant to her.
“There is this … rage,” she said hoarsely. “This despair and hatred and rage that lives and breathes inside me. There is no sanity to it, no gentleness. It is a monster dwelling under my skin. For the past ten years, I have worked every day, every hour, to keep that monster locked up.
“At least if you’re going to hell,” he said, the vibrations in his chest rumbling against her, “then we’ll be there together.”
she knew she was stupid and reckless enough to consider whether moving on in the physical sense might solve the problem of Chaol.
There was still such a mighty hole in her chest. A hole that grew bigger, not smaller, and that no one could fix, not even if she took Rowan to bed.
All she knew was that whatever and whoever climbed out of that abyss of despair and grief would not be the same person who had plummeted in. And maybe that was a good thing.
“Do you want the truth?” She tucked her chin into her tunic and closed her eyes. “Not tonight.”
a promise of such sweet darkness, and she could not look away. It would be a blessed relief to let go. She need only surrender to the dark, just as he asked. Take it, she wanted to say, tried to say. Take everything.
Celaena wondered if she still had a death wish. Or perhaps the god of death just liked to play with her too much.
a symphony she’d gone to see performed in Rifthold every year until her enslavement.
So she burned and burned and burned.
And it was selfish and horrible of him, but he put up no further argument.
There was still wildfire in her mind, writhing, endless, damning. She let it dim to embers, let the grief and horror die down, too.
I will follow you to whatever end.”
But moving her limbs, even breathing, had become a monumental effort. She was so tired.
“His sniveling son,” Aedion told her.
But her attention was on the prince across from her, who seemed utterly ignored by his father and his own court,
A faint pounding started in her head, followed by a flickering warmth, but she ignored it.
a strange mark glowing on her brow.
this heir of fire.
She knew where it was—the third and final Wyrdkey. It had been around her neck the night she fell into the river.
I claim you, Aelin. To whatever end.
There were no words to do justice to what passed between them in that moment.
while Celaena would always pick him, Aelin would not.
She was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius—and she would not be afraid.
The majority of slaves went to Calaculla or Endovier, the continent’s largest and most notorious labor camps, to mine for salt and precious metals.
Adarlan had to break them.
She was Adarlan’s Assassin, Arobynn Hamel’s protégée and heir—and she would always be.
Well, she’d kill him if he was dead.
