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2468585 "Their hands clasped between them, he whispered into her ear, "I claim you, too, Aelin Galathynius." claim rowan-whitethorn heir-of-fire fae Sarah J. Maas
e29e4fa "She looked at them, at the three males who meant everything--more than everything. Then she smiled with every last shred of courage, of desperation, of hope for the glimmer of that glorious future. "Let's go rattle the stars." aelin-galathynius rowan-whitethorn queen-of-shadows Sarah J. Maas
991cc28 "I missed you," he said quietly, his gaze darting between her mouth and eyes. "When I was in Wendlyn. I lied when I said I didn't. From the moment you left, I missed you so much I went out of my mind. I was glad for the excuse to track Lorcan here, just to see you again. And tonight, when he had that knife at your throat ..." The warmth of his callused finger bloomed through her as he traced a path over the cut on her neck. "I kept thinking about how you might never know that I missed you with only an ocean between us. But if it was death separating us ... I would find you. I don't care how many rules it would break. Even if I had to get all three keys myself and open a gate, I would find you again. Always." celeana-sardothien rowan-whitethorn queen-of-shadows sarah-j-maas Sarah J. Maas
51c0d17 Thirty minutes later, Rowan was still staring up at the ceiling, teeth gritted as he calmed the roaring in his veins that was steadily shredding through his self-control. That gods-damned nightgown. Shit. He was in such deep, unending shit. celeana-sardothien rowan-whitethorn queen-of-shadows sarah-j-maas Sarah J. Maas
6a68040 To whatever end. to-whatever-end queen-of-terrasen rowaelin rowan-whitethorn fae Sarah J. Maas
3c7e715 "Aelin took a step forward. One step, as if in a daze. She loosed a shuddering breath, and a small, whimpering noise came out of her - a sob. And then she was sprinting down the alley, flying as though the winds themselves pushed at her heels. She flung herself on the male, crashing into him hard enough that anyone else might have gone rocking back into the stone wall. But the male grabbed her to him, his massive arms wrapping around her tightly and lifting her up. Nesryn made to approach, but Aedion stopped her with a hand on her arm. Aelin was laughing as she cried, and the male was just holding her, his hooded head buried in her neck. As if he were breathing her in. "Who is that?" Nesryn asked. Aedion smiled. "Rowan." love throne-of-glass rowan-whitethorn aelin-ashryver-galathynius queen-of-shadows Sarah J. Maas
c6d0cc6 She realized that Rowan saw each of those thoughts and more as he reached into his tunic and pulled out a dagger. Her dagger. He extended it to her, it's long blade gleaming as if he'd been secretly polishing and caring for it these months. And when she grasped the dagger, it's weight lighter than she remembered, Rowan looked into her eyes, into her very core of her, and said, 'Fireheart'. friendship alike bonds breaking-point mutual-respect fireheart rowan-whitethorn heir-of-fire ties tenderness Sarah J. Maas
99a978b She had lied to him. She had wanted to save lives, yes. But she had gone out there with no intention of saving her own. rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
5661f24 Fae warriors: invaluable in a fight--and raging pains in her ass at all other times. rowan-whitethorn queen-of-shadows Sarah J. Maas
cb4c40d "Celaena shuddered. "This conversation's become far too awful to have after eating." she said, slumping against the pillows. "Tell me which one of your little cadre is the handsomest, and if he would fancy me." Rowan choked. "The thought of you with any of my companions makes my blood run cold." "They're that awful? Your kitty-cat friend looked decent enough." Rowan's brows rose high. "I don't think my kitty-cat friend would know what to do with you-nor would any of the others. It would likely end in bloodshed." She kept grinning, and he crossed his arms. "They would likely have very little interest in you, as you'll be old and decrepit soon enough and thus not worth the effort it would take to win you." She rolled her eyes. "Killjoy." rowan-whitethorn heir-of-fire Sarah J. Maas
c1ac2a4 "What in hell is that?" She kept going toward the bathroom, refusing to apologize or look down at the pink, delicate, very short lace nightgown. When she emerged, face washed and clean, Rowan was sitting up, arms crossed over his bare chest. "You forgot the bottom part." She merely blew out the candles in the room one by one. His eyes tracked her the entire time. "There is no bottom part," she said, flinging back the covers on her side. "It's starting to get so hot, and I hate sweating when I sleep. Plus, you're practically a furnace. So it's either this or I sleep naked. You can sleep in the bathtub if you have a problem with it." celeana-sardothien rowan-whitethorn queen-of-shadows sarah-j-maas Sarah J. Maas
6b793c8 "Tell me that we'll get through tomorrow. Tell me that we'll survive the war. Tell me--" She swallowed hard. "Tell me that even if I lead us all to ruin, we'll burn in hell together." -- rowan-whitethorn queen-of-shadows Sarah J. Maas
bfe8cee It was a long story, and sometimes she grew quiet and cried - and during those times he leaned over to wipe away her tears. rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
955ffa0 Where is Aelin. Where is my wife? love rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
491df3d "And tell Rowan," Aelin said, fighting her own sob, "that I'm sorry I lied. But tell him it was all borrowed time anyway. Even before today, I knew it was all just borrowed time, but I still wish we'd had more of it." She fought past her trembling mouth. "Tell him he has to fight. He save Terrasen, and remember the vows he made to me. And tell him . . . tell him thank you--for walking that dark path with me back to the light." pg660 rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
325a0a2 Her scent hit him. For a second, he could only breathe it deep into his lungs,his Fae instincts roaring that this was his family, this was his queen, this was Aelin. He would have known her even if he were blind. Even if there was another scent entwined with hers. Staggeringly powerful and ancient and--male. Interesting. aelin-galathynius rowan-whitethorn queen-of-shadows Sarah J. Maas
fc1fbb4 Even when we're apart tomorrow, I'll be with you every step of the way. And every step after--wherever that may be. rowan-whitethorn queen-of-shadows Sarah J. Maas
7dd237a But she didn't want to know - didn't want to think about the Sun Goddess and her agenda as she flung herself on Rowan, breathing in his scent, memorizing the feel of him. The first member of her court - the court that would change the world. The court that would rebuild it. Together. rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
001fe1f "His breath caught, harsh enough that she looked over her shoulder. But his eyes weren't on her face. Or the water. They were on her bare back. Curled as she was against her knees, he could see the whole expanse of ruined flesh, each scar from the lashing. "Who did that to you?" It would have been easy to lie, but she was so tired, and he had saved her useless hide. So she said, "A lot of people. I spent some time in the Salt Mines of Endovier." He was so still that she wondered if he'd stopped breathing. "How long?" he asked after a moment. She braced herself for the pity, but his face was so carefully blank-no, not blank. Calm with lethal rage. "A year. I was there a year before... it's a long story." She was too exhausted, her throat too raw, to say the rest of it. She noticed then his arms were bandaged, and more bandages across his broad chest peeked up from beneath his shirt. She'd burned him again. And yet he had held her- had run all the way here and not let go once. "You were a slave." She gave him a slow nod. He opened his mouth, but shut it and swallowed, that lethal rage winking out. As if he remembered who he was talking to and that it was the least punishment she deserved. He turned on his heel and shut the door behind him. She wished he'd slammed it-wished he'd shattered it. But he closed it with barely more than a click and did not return." rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
4ba3559 I love you. There is no limit to what I can give to you, no time I need. Even when this world is forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will love you. rowaelin empire-of-storms rowan throne-of-glass rowan-whitethorn celaena-sardothien Sarah J. Maas
f294783 She sucked in a shuddering breath, and he pulled back far enough for them to share breath. Her fingers shook as she brushed them against his mouth, and his control nearly shredded apart right there. 'What are you waiting for?' he said, the words near guttural. 'Bastard,' she murmured, and kissed him. Her mouth was soft and warm, and he bit back a groan. His body went still--his entire world went still--at that whisper of a kiss, the answer to a question he'd asked for centuries. He realized he was staring only when she withdrew slightly. His fingers tightened at her waist. 'Again,' he breathed. She slid out of his grip. 'If we live through tomorrow, you'll get the rest.' He didn't know whether to laugh or roar. 'Are you trying to bribe me into surviving?' She smiled at last. And damn if it didn't kill him, the quiet joy in her face. They had walked out of darkness and pain and despair together. They were still walking out of it. So that smile ... It struck him stupid every time he saw it and realized it was for him. rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
3bdf3c5 It would all be fine, even if it went to hell, so long as he was here with her. rowaelin rowan-whitethorn queen-of-shadows Sarah J. Maas
25c556f "These days, I am very glad to be a mortal, and to only have to endure this life once. These days, I don't envy you at all." "And before?" It was her turn to stare toward the horizon. "I used to wish I had a chance to see it all- and hated that I never would." rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
0cb494d "Thank you for the oil," he added. "My skin was a little dry." arobynn-hamel throne-of-glass rowan-whitethorn queen-of-shadows Sarah J. Maas
876c2e3 Rowan stood with his queen in the rain, breathing in her scent, and let her steal his warmth for as long as she needed. rowan-whitethorn queen-of-shadows Sarah J. Maas
bf6c840 I spent centuries wandering the world, from empires to kingdoms to wastelands, never settling, never stopping--not for one moment. I was always looking toward the horizon, always wondering what waited across the next ocean, over the next mountain. But I think ... I think that whole time, all those centuries, I was just looking for you. rowan-whitethorn queen-of-shadows Sarah J. Maas
b1c21b5 "He lifted the lavender soap to his hair, and she squeaked. "You don't use that in your hair," she hissed, jolting from her perch to reach for one of the many hair tonics lining the little shelf above the bath. "Rose, lemon verbena, or ..." She sniffed the glass bottle. "Jasmine." She squinted down at him. He was staring up at her, his green eyes full of the words he knew he didn't have to say. " celeana-sardothien rowan-whitethorn queen-of-shadows sarah-j-maas Sarah J. Maas
6c48227 Tell me that even if I lead us all to ruin, we'll burn in hell together.' 'We're not going to hell, Aelin,' he said. 'But wherever we go, we'll go together. rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
77a7ff4 She yawned, and Rowan rubbed his eyes, his other hand still in hers. But he didn't let go. And when she awoke before dawn, warm and safe and rested, Rowan was still holding her hand, clasped to his chest. rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
8fdb974 "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." . A line in the burning brightness. ." love pg418 rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
17509b6 "There is... this rage." she said "This despair and hatred and rage that lives and breathes inside me. There's not 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. And the moment I talk about those two days, and what happened before and after, that monster is going to break loose, and there will be no accounting for what I do." "That is how I was able to stand before the King of Adarlan, how I was able to befriend his son and his captain, how I was able to live in that palace. Because I did not give that rage, those memories, one inch. And right now I am looking for the tools that might destroy my enemy, and I cannot let out the monster, because it will make me use those tools against the king, not put them back as I should--and I might very well destroy the world for spite. So that is why I must be Celaena, not Aelin--because being Aelin means facing those things, unleashing that monster. Do you understand?" rowan-whitethorn heir-of-fire Sarah J. Maas
0e63737 She wondered whether the queen knew. Rowan did. Aedion did. And Arobynn did. He had understood that with Rowan, she was no longer afraid of him; with Rowan, Arobynn was now utterly unnecessary. Irrelevant. arobynn-hamel aelin-galathynius lysandra rowan-whitethorn queen-of-shadows Sarah J. Maas
888e1f5 "Faster than lightening, his hand shot out and she gagged, jolting as he grabbed her tongue between his fingers...He released her tongue, and she gasped for breath. She swore at him, a filthy, foul name, and spat at his feet. And that's when he bit her. She cried out as those canines pierced the spot between her neck and shoulder, a primal act of aggression--the bite so strong and claiming that she was too stunned to move. He had her pinned against the tree and clamped down harder, his canines digging deep, her blood spilling onto her shirt. Pinned, like some weakling. But that was what she'd become, wasn't it? Useless, pathetic. She growled, more animal than sentient being. And . Rowan staggered back a step, teeth ripping her skin and she struck his chest. She didn't feel the pain, didn't care about the blood or flash of light. No, she wanted to rip his throat out--rip it out with the elongated canines she bared at him as she finished shifting and roared. Rowan grinned. "There you are." rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
7354a42 "Why," he asked. "Why did you save her?" She dragged a hand through her hair. [...] "Because that golden-haired witch, Asterin ...," Aelin said. "She screamed Manon's name the way I screamed yours." -- manon-blackbeak rowan-whitethorn celaena-sardothien Sarah J. Maas
ac1634f "Rowan's head was still angled as he asked, "Your mothers were cousins, Prince, but who sired you?" Aedion lounged in his chair. "Does it matter?" "Do you know?" Rowan pressed. Aedion shrugged. "She never told me--or anyone." "I'm guessing you have some idea?" Aelin asked. Rowan said, "He doesn't look familiar to you?" "He looks like me." "Yes, but--" He sighed. "You met his father. A few weeks ago. Gavriel" celeana-sardothien rowan-whitethorn queen-of-shadows sarah-j-maas Sarah J. Maas
3acc8a2 How can I take away somebody who means the world to someone else? Even if she is my enemy. asterin manon-blackbeak rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
d0b20df I kept thinking about how you might never know that I missed you with only an ocean between us. But if it was death separating us ... I would find you. I don't care how many rules it would break. Even if I had to get all three keys myself and open a gate, I would find you again. Always. rowan-whitethorn queen-of-shadows Sarah J. Maas
c196b72 . He wondered if Elide Lochan had somehow made Lorcan want to do the same. love pg547 rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
c807005 The male I fell in love with was you. It was you, who knew pain as I did, and who walked me through it, back to the light. Maeve didn't understand that. That even if she could create this perfect world, it wouldn't be you with me. And I'd never trade that, trade this. Not for anything. rowan-whitethorn kingdom-of-ash maeve Sarah J. Maas
820b3ce From tears to sass in a few minutes. I'm glad the month apart hasn't dimmed your usual good spirits. queen-of-shaows throne-of-glass rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
e7f94b3 Gavriel's son was bellowing Whitethorn's name. A gods-damned victory cry. Over and over, the men taking up the call. Then Fenrys's voice lifted. And Gavriel's. And that red-haired queen. The Havilliard king. On into battle, on into bloodshed, they called the prince's name. rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
78329ef This thing between them, the force of it, could devour the world. And if they picked it, picked them, it might very well cause the end of it. rowaelin eos rowan-whitethorn ya Sarah J. Maas
342e019 "And slowly, wobbling, a droplet of water the size of a marble rose from the surface to her cupped palm. "No wonder your sense of self-preservation is so pathetic, if that's all the water you can conjure." But Rowan flicked her chin, and she knew he understood what it meant, to have summoned even a droplet to her hand. To feel her mother smiling at her from realms away." rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
cda8108 "To whatever end?" she breathed. Rowan followed her, as he had his entire life, long before they had ever met, before their souls had sparked into existence. "To whatever end, Fireheart." rowaelin throne-of-glass rowan-whitethorn kingdom-of-ash Sarah J. Maas
f5586be She dared a look at Rowan, whose face remained carefully blank, but saw the words there anyway. You wicked, clever fox. And here you were, thinking the red hair was just for vanity. I shall never doubt again. rowan-whitethorn queen-of-shadows Sarah J. Maas
96671a3 Rowan had not possessed an army of his own to give to Aelin. To give to Terrasen. So he had won an army for her. rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
30c4ba3 I know you two are old and up past your bedtime so ill keep this quick. ferynes rowan-whitethorn gavriel Sarah J. Maas
5dd9013 Why bother when a dramatic entrance is so much more fun? rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
96fe902 "She kept her stare locked on his as she let go of his face and slowly, making sure he understood every step of the way,tilted her head back until her throat was arched and bared before him. "Aelin," he breathed. Not in reprimand or warning, but... a plea. It sounded like a plea. He lowered his head to her exposed neck and hovered a hair's breath away. She arched her neck farther, a silent invitation. Rowan let out a soft groan and grazed his teeth against her skin. One bite, one movement, was all it would take for him to rip out her throat. His elongated canines slid along her flesh-gently, precisely. She clenched the sheets to keep from running her fingers down on his bare back and drawing him closer. He braced one hand beside her head, his fingers twining in her hair. "No one else," she whispered. "I would never allow anyone else at my throat." Showing him was the only way he'd understand that trust, in a manner that only the predatory, Fae side of him would comprehend. "No one else," she said again. He let out another low groan, answer and confirmation and request, and the rumble echoed inside her. Carefully, he closed his teeth over the spot where her lifeblood thrummed and pounded, his breath hot on her skin. She shut her eyes, every sense narrowing on that sensation, on the teeth and mouth at her throat, on the powerful body trembling with restraint above hers. His tongue flicked against her skin. She made a small noise that might have been a moan, or a word, or his name. He shuddered and pulled back, the cool air kissing her neck. Wildness-pure wildness sparked in those eyes." trust rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
1062f96 The two princes stared at each other, one gold and one silver, one her twin and one her soul-bonded. There was nothing friendly in the stares, nothing human - two Fae males locked in some unspoken dominance battle. pissing-contest testosterone-civil-war rowan-whitethorn aelin-ashryver-galathynius Sarah J. Maas
9f0cae2 I know you are tired, Fireheart. I know that the burden on your shoulders is more than anyone should endure. But we'll face this together. Erawan, the Lock, all of it. We'll face it together... We'll face it together. And if the cost of it truly is you, then we'll pay it together. As one soul in two bodies. fireheart rowan-whitethorn kingdom-of-ash Sarah J. Maas
f1b719f "I can't bury another friend." "You won't." "If anything ever happened to you, Rowan-" "Don't" he breathed. "Don't even say it. We dealt with that enough the other night." He lifted a hand - hesitated, and then brushed back a strand of hair that had fallen across her face. His callused fingers scrapped against her cheekbone, then caressed the shell of her ear. It was foolish to even start down that road, when every other man she'd let in had left some wound, in one way or another, accidentally or not. There was nothing tender in his face. Only a predator's glittering gaze. "When we get back," he said, "remind me to prove you wrong about every thought that just went through your head." She lifted an eyebrow. "Oh?" He gave her a sly smile that made thinking impossible. Exactly what he wanted - to distract her from the horrors of tomorrow. "I'll even let you decide how I tell you: with words"- his eyes flickered once to her mouth- "or with my teeth and tongue." page-451 aelin-galathynius rowan rowan-whitethorn hot fae sexy Sarah J. Maas
055d23d "Tell Aelin Galathynius that Wendlyn has never forgotten Evalin Ashryver," Galan said to him, to Aedion. "Or Terrasen." pg682 rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
e7769f6 She would not waste energy missing him, wishing he were here to talk everything through, or to just have the comfort of waking up beside him and knowing he existed. She swallowed rowan-whitethorn queen-of-shadows Sarah J. Maas
3eec296 He himself was a beautiful weapon, forged by centuries of ruthless training and warring. rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
7b97a5d "Rowan Whitethorn is a legend. And so is his--what do you call them?" "Cadre," she said glumly. "The six of them ..." Aedion loosed a breath. "We used to tell stories about them around fires. Their battles and exploits and adventures." She sighed through her nose. "Please, please don't ever tell him that. I'll never hear the end of it, and he'll use it in every argument we have." -- rowan rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
0587881 The feeling that passed between them, so powerful there was no language to describe it... It was not mere friendship, but something born of and strengthened by it. rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
14d167e "Why", he asked. "Why did you save her?" She dragged a hand through her hair. A white bandage around her upper arm peeked through her shirt with the movement. He hadn't even been conscious for that wound. He stifled the urge to demand to see it, assess the injury himself--and tug her close against him. "Because that golden-haired witch, Asterin...," Aelin said. "She screamed Manon's name the way I screamed yours." Rowan stilled. His queen gazed at the floor, as if recalling the moment. "How can I take away somebody who means the world to someone else? Even if she's my enemy." A little shrug. "I thought you were dying. It seemed like bad luck to let her die out of spite. And..." she snorted. "Falling into a ravine seemed like a pretty shitty way to die for someone who fights that spectacularly." Rowan smiled, drinking in the sight of her: pale, grave face; the dirty clothes; the injuries. Yet her shoulders were back, chin high. "You make me proud to serve you." A jaunty slant to her lips, but silver lined her eyes. "I know." pg508 manon-blackbeak rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
6b5f9d7 "... As Lorcan stared down at Lysandra, his blood-splattered face impassive. "Out of the way, shifter." Lysandra had held up a slender hand- and Lorcan paused. The shape-shifter pressed her other hand against her stomach, her face blanching. But then she smiled and said, "You forgot to say 'please.' " Lorcan's dark brows flattened. "I don't have time for this." He made to step around her, shove her aside. Lysandra vomited black blood all over him. Rowan didn't know whether to laught or cringe as Lysandra, panting, gaped at Lorcan, and at the blood on his neck and chest. Slowly, too slowly, Lorcan looked down at himself. She pressed a hand over her mouth. "I am-so sorry-" Lorcan didn't even step out of the way as Lysandra vomited on him again, black blood and bits of gore now on the warrior and on the marble floor." lysandra rowan-whitethorn vomit Sarah J. Maas
37ef712 All Rowan now had to offer his queen were the strength of his sword, the depth of his magic, and the loyalty of his heart. Such things did not win wars. love rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
42c5146 She smiled at last. And damn if it didn't kill him, the quiet joy in her face. They had walked out of darkness and pain and despair together. They were still walking out of it. So that smile... It struck him stupid every time he saw it and realized it was for him. pg526 rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
bcc24f2 No flicker of amusement, no hint of fear. The woman could give Rowan a run for his money for sheer iciness. nesryn-faliq rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
fedca69 "Because I made a . A promise to my friend that I would see her kingdom freed." She shoved her scarred palm into his face. "I made an unbreakable vow. And you and Maeve--all you gods-damned bastards--are getting in the way of that." She went off down the hillside again. He followed. "And what of your own people? What of your own kingdom?" "They are better off without me, just as you said." His tattoo scrunched as he snarled. "So you'd save another land, but not yours. Why can't your friend save her own kingdom?" "Because she is !" She screamed the last word so loudly it burned in her throat. "Because she is dead, and I am left with my life!" He merely stared at her with that animal stillness. When she walked away, he didn't come after her." pg164 nehemia-ytger rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
ab42c50 I hope you found peace, my brother. And in the Afterworld, I hope you find her again. rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
e5841f1 Aelin slumbered beside him, her breathing deep and even, yet again wearing one of his shirts. Some primal part of him snarled in satisfaction at the sight, at knowing she was covered in his scent. love pg514 rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
c69bfba "Lysandra's smile grew. "I like your fangs," she said sweetly. Aelin choked on her grape. Of course Lysandra did. Rowan gave a little grin that usually sent Aelin running. "Are you studying them so you can replicate them when you take my form, shape-shifter?" Aelin's fork froze in midair. "Bullshit," Aedion said." lysandra rowan-whitethorn aelin-ashryver-galathynius Sarah J. Maas
b4f00a4 Shit. He was in such deep, unending shit. time throne-of-glass-book-4 throne-of-glass-series throne-of-glass rowan-whitethorn time-passing Sarah J. Maas
bc0f294 "Rowan lifted his eyebrows. She nodded. "That will never stop being strange," Aedion muttered. "Deal with it," she told him, carrying the suit into the bedroom. "Let's go hunt ourselves a pretty little demon." -- pg317 aelin-galathynius rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
51284a2 "So she steeled herself. "I have never told anyone this story. No one in the world knows it. But it's mine," she said, blinking past the burning in her eyes, "and it's time for me to tell it." Rowan leaned back on the rock, bracing his palms behind him. "Once upon a time," she said to him, to the world, to herself, "in a land long since burned to ash, there lived a young princess who loved her kingdom . . . very much." And then she told him of the princess whose heart had burned with wildfire, of the mighty kingdom in the north, of its downfall and of the sacrifice of Lady Marion." -- pg488 rowan-whitethorn celaena-sardothien Sarah J. Maas
8342ac2 Better than being a dog leashed by a psychotic monster. rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
6816f21 "Rowan just asked, "Did you have a favorite form?" Lysandra's grin was nothing short of wicked. "I liked anything with claws and big, big fangs." pg313 rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
f0ac177 She was tired in her bones, but she rallied her energy one last time and told him of they years in Rifthold, of stealing Asterion horses and racing across the desert, of dancing until dawn with the courtesans and thieves and all the beautiful, wicked creatures in the world. And then she told him about losing Sam, and of that first whipping in Endovier, when she'd spat blood in the Chief Overseer's face, and what she had seen and endured in the following year. She spoke of the day she had snapped and sprinted for her own death. Her heart grew heavy when at last she got to the evening when the Captain of the Royal Guard prowled into her life, and a tyrant's son had offered her a shot at freedom. She told him what she could about the competition and how she'd won it, until her words slurred and her eyelids drooped. pg368 rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
246147f The three others whirled for Rowan, and there was nothing he could do to get to that fuse. To save the queen who held his heart in her scarred hands. pg551 rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
94db76d He needed to sort this out--needed to get her to just at him again, so he could try to explain that he hadn't been prepared. Having her touch the tattoo that told the story of what he'd done and how he'd lost Lyria . . . He hadn't been ready for what he felt in that moment. The desire hadn't been what shook him at all. It was just . . . Aelin had driven him insane these past few weeks, and yet he hadn't considered what it would be like to have her look at him with interest. pg401 rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
0430258 "It was not the sorrowful, lovely piece she had once played for Dorian, and it was not the light, dancing melodies she'd played for sport; it was not the complex and clever pieces she had played for Nehemia and Chaol. This piece was a celebration--a reaffirmation of life, of glory, of the pain and beauty in breathing. Perhaps that was why she'd gone to hear it performed every year, after so much killing and torture and punishment: as a reminder of that she was, of what she struggled to keep. Up and up it built, the sound breaking from the pianoforte like the heart-song of a god, until Rowan drifted over to stand beside the instrument, until she whispered to him, " ," and the crescendo shattered into the world, note after note after note. The music crashed around them, roaring through the emptiness of the theater. The hollow silence that had been inside her for so many months now overflowed with sound. She brought the piece home to its final explosive, triumphant chord. When she looked up, panting slightly, Rowan's eyes were lined with silver, his throat bobbing. Somehow, after all this time, her warrior-prince still managed to surprise her. He seemed to struggle for words, but he finally breathed, "Show me--show me how you did that." So she obliged him." music pg295 rowan-whitethorn long Sarah J. Maas
dbba6aa "You will keep other people out of it!" she screamed, so loudly that the birds stopped chattering. She thrashed against him, gripping his wrists. "No one else!" "Tell me why, Aelin." That gods-damned name . . . She dug her nails into his wrists. "Because I am of it!" She was gulping down air, each breath shuddering as the horrific realization she'd been holding at bay since Nehemia's death came loose. "I told her I would not help, so she orchestrated her own death. Because she thought . . ." She laughed--a horrible, wild sound. "She thought that her death would spur me into action. She thought I could somehow do more than her--that she was worth more dead. And she lied--about . She lied to me because I was a coward, and I hate her for it. I hate her for leaving me. Rowan still pinned her, his warm blood dripping onto her face. She had said it. Said the words she'd been choking on for weeks and weeks. The rage seeped from her like a wave pulling away from shore, and she let go of his wrists." pg293 nehemia-ytger rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
9d82638 Holy gods. He'd frozen the whole damn lake. He was THAT powerful? throne-of-glass rowan-whitethorn heir-of-fire hof sarah-j-maas tog lake gods powerful Sarah J. Maas
8e0fa1e The creature took Aelin's face in its hands, and her sword thudded to the ground, forgotten. Rowan was screaming as the creature pulled her into its arms. As she stopped fighting. As her flames winked out and darkness swallowed her whole. love pg445 rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
798274a "Saying those words made a sharp, quick panic rise up in her, an aching pain that had her throat closing. "You left me," she repeated. Maybe it was only out of blind terror at the abyss opening up again around her, but she whispered, "I have no one left. No one." depression pg276 rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
b334e05 "He lifted the lavender soap to his hair, and she squeaked. "You don't use that in your hair," she hissed, jolting from her perch to reach for one of the many hair tonics lining the little shelf above the bath. "Rose, lemon verbena, or ..." She sniffed the glass bottle. "Jasmine." She squinted down at him. celeana-sardothien rowan-whitethorn queen-of-shadows sarah-j-maas Sarah J Maas
2bb69cb "I've never taken a woman on a beach," - Rowan Whitethorn" beach-romance sex-on-the-beach eos empire-of-storms throne-of-glass rowan-whitethorn sarah-j-maas tog Sarah J. Maas
d30ae9b Where is Aelin? Where is my wife? rowaelin rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
65d92e5 He supposed any lick of self-consciousness had been flayed from her under the whips of Endovier. Even though he'd tattooed over the bulk of the scars on her back, their ridges remained. The nightmares, too--when she'd still startle awake and light a candle to drive away the blackness they'd shoved her into, the memory of the lightless pits they'd used for punishment. His Fireheart, shut in the dark. pg399 rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
990b4e7 Welcome to the court, pup rowan-whitethorn kingdom-of-ash Sarah J. Maas
6cc5886 His lips crushed into hers and and he said 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 you, no time I need. Even when this world is forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will love you. empire-of-storms rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
5642a35 Gods, without his magic... Humans were remarkable. To be able to survive without leaning on magic... He had to give them credit. rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
91f923d Cadre, yet more than that. Brothers - the warriors fighting at his side were his brothers. Had stayed with him through all of it. And would continue to do so now. rowan-whitethorn kingdom-of-ash Sarah J. Maas
47d3ee6 There was a faint ringing in her ears that turned into a roar. And beneath it, a sudden wave of numbness, a too-familiar lack of sight or sound or feeling. She didn't know why it happened, because she had been so dead set on hating him, 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. She walked away without another word. With each step she took back to her room, that flickering light inside of her guttered. And went out. depression pg276 rowan-whitethorn Sarah J. Maas
db2fffc The people you love are just weapons used against you. rowan-whitethorn heir-of-fire Sarah J. Maas
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