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Pity those who don't feel anything at all.
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pity
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Sarah J. Maas |
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My mate. Death incarnate. Night triumphant.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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Names are not important. It's what lies inside of you that matters.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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her dearest friends are characters in books.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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You make me want to live, Rowan. Not survive; not exist. Live.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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If you were going to die, I was going to die with you. I couldn't stop thinking it over and over as you screamed, as I tried to kill her: you were my mate, my mate, my mate.
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acomaf
rhysand
feyre
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Sarah J. Maas |
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Why are you crying?" "Because," she whispered, her voice shaking, "you remind me of what the world ought to be. What the world be."
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Sarah J. Maas |
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No one was my master-- but I might be master of everything, if I wished. If I dared.
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acomaf
feyre
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Sarah J. Maas |
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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.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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The world," Aelin said, "will be saved and remade by the dreamers, Rolfe."
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Sarah J. Maas |
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She is my mate. And my spy,' I said too quietly. 'And she is the High Lady of the Night Court.' 'What?' Mor whsipered. I caressed a mental finger down that bond now hidden deep, deep within us, and said, 'If they had removed her other glove, they would have seen a second tatoo on her right arm. The twin to the other. Inked last night, when we crept out, found a priestess, and I swore her in as my High Lady.' (...) 'Not consort, not wife. Fe..
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rhysand
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Sarah J. Maas |
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I am broken and healing, but every piece of my heart belong to you.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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Their hands clasped between them, he whispered into her ear, "I claim you, too, Aelin Galathynius."
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claim
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heir-of-fire
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Sarah J. Maas |
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Because I am lost," she whispered onto the earth. "And I do not know the way."
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Sarah J. Maas |
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She was fire, and light, and ash, and embers. She was Aelin Fireheart, and she bowed for no one and nothing, save the crown that was hers by blood and survival and triumph.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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Sometimes, the wicked will tell us things just to confuse us-to haunt our thoughts long after we've faced them.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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The rest of the world quieted into nothing. In that moment, after ten long years, Celaena looked at Chaol and realised she was home.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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She was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius--and she would not be afraid.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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Rhysand stared at me for long enough that I faced him. "Be glad of your human heart, Feyre. Pity those who don't feel anything at all."
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Sarah J. Maas |
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I like music," she said slowly, "because when I hear it, I . . . I lose myself within myself, if that makes any sense. I become empty and full all at once, and I can feel the whole earth roiling around me. When I play. I'm not . . . for once, I'm not destroying, I'm creating." --
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music
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Sarah J. Maas |
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And so Tamlin unwittingly led the High Lady of the Night Court into the heart of his territory.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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No matter what happens," she said quietly, "I want to thank you." Chaol tilted his head to the side. "For what?" Her eyes stung but she blamed it on the fierce wind and blinked away the dampness. "For making my freedom mean something."
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Sarah J. Maas |
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My friend through many dangers. My lover who had healed my broken and weary soul. My mate who had waited for me against all hope, despite all odds.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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The best lies were always mixed with truth.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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She moaned into her pillow. "Go away. I feel like dying." "No fair maiden should die alone," he said, putting a hand on hers. "Shall I read to you in your final moments? What story would you like?" She snatched her hand back. "How about the story of the idiotic prince who won't leave the assassin alone?" "Oh! I love that story! It has such a happy ending, too--why, the assassin was really feigning her illness in order to get the prince's at..
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Sarah J. Maas |
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And I wondered if love was too weak a word for what he felt, what he'd done for me. For what I felt for him.
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acomaf
rhysand
feyre
mate
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Sarah J. Maas |
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I claim you, Aelin. To whatever end.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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In the garden, the Captain of the Guard stared up at the young woman's balcony, watching as she waltzed alone, lost in her dreams. But he knew her thoughts weren't of him. She stopped and stared upward. Even from a distance, he could see the blush upon her cheeks. She seemed young--no, new. It made his chest ache. Still, he watched, watched until she sighed and went inside. She never bothered to look below.
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chaol-westfall
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Sarah J. Maas |
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What does that mean?" he demanded. She smiled sadly. "You'll figure it out. And when you do..." She shook her head, knowing she shouldn't say it, but doing it anyway. "When you do, I want you to remember that it wouldn't have made any difference to me. It's never made any difference to me when it came to you. I'd still pick you. I'll always pick you."
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Sarah J. Maas |
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You collect scars because you want proof that you are paying for whatever sins you've committed. And I know this because I've been doing the same damn thing for two hundred years. Tell me, do you think you will go to some blessed Afterworld, or do you expect a burning hell? You're hoping for hell--because how could you face them in the Afterworld? Better to suffer, to be damned for eternity and--
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Sarah J. Maas |
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Of course." He picked up the brown bag of candy on the table. "What's your . . ." He trailed off as he weighed the bag in his hands. "Didn't I give you three pounds of candy?" She smiled impishly. "You ate half the bag!" "Was I supposed to save it?" "I would have liked some!" "You never told me that." "Because I didn't expect you to consume all of it before breakfast!" She snatched the bag from him and put it on the table. "Well, that just ..
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Sarah J. Maas |
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It would not take a monster to destroy a monster - but light, light to drive out darkness.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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And I realized--I realized how badly I'd been treated before, if my standards had become so low. If the freedom I'd been granted felt like a privilege and not an inherent right.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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With each day he felt the barriers melting. He them melt. Because of her genuine laugh, because he caught her one afternoon sleeping with her face in the middle of a book, because he knew that she would win.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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Even when this world is a forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will always love you.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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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."
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Sarah J. Maas |
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I love you,' he whispered, and kissed my brow. 'Thorns and all.
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love
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Sarah J. Maas |
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Only you can decide what breaks you, Cursebreaker. Only you.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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I painted stars and the moon and clouds and just endless, dark sky." I finished the sixth, and was well on my way sawing through the seventh before I said, "I never knew why. I rarely went outside at night--usually, I was so tired from hunting that I just wanted to sleep. But I wonder ... " I pulled out the seventh and final arrow. "I wonder if some part of me knew what was waiting for me. That I would never be a gentle grower of things, or..
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Sarah J. Maas |
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The people you love are just weapons that will be used against you.
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loved-ones
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Sarah J. Maas |
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But death was her curse and her gift, and death had been her good friend these long, long years.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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I name you Elentiya." She kissed the assassin's brow. "I give you this name to use with honour, to use when other names grow too heavy. I name you Elentiya, 'Spirit That Could Not Be Broken."
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nehemia
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Sarah J. Maas |
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Who said anything about shame?" She gestured down to her naked body, even though it was covered by the blanket. "Honestly, I'm surprised you're not strutting about, boasting to everyone. certainly would be if I'd tumbled . "Does your love for yourself know no bounds?" "Absolutely none."
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Sarah J. Maas |
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Hello, Feyre darling," he purred."
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Sarah J. Maas |