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2b92046
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She haunted his thoughts, made him wish to do grand and wonderful things in her name.
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love
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Sarah J. Maas |
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b62c53c
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I whirled, and through the night drifting away like smoke on a wind, I found Rhysand straightening the lapels of his black jacket. "Hello, Feyre darling," he purred."
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Sarah J. Maas |
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e7f94b3
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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.
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rowan-whitethorn
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Sarah J. Maas |
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652cd9f
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But they held tighter to each other, past and present and future; flickering between an ancient hall in a mountain castle perched above Orynth, a bridge suspended between glass towers, and another place, perfect and strange, where they had been crafted from stardust and light. A wall of night knocked them back. But they could not be contained. The darkness paused for breath. They erupted.
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dorian-havilliard
queen-of-shadows
power
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Sarah J. Maas |
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cee87ec
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Regardless of his motives or his methods, Rhysand was keeping me alive. And had done so even before I set foot Under the Mountain.
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keep-alive
rhysand
rhys
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Sarah J. Maas |
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78329ef
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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.
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rowaelin
eos
rowan-whitethorn
ya
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Sarah J. Maas |
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865eb09
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It took me a long while to realize that Rhysand, whether he knew it or not, had effectively kept me from shattering completely.
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love
rhysand
rhys
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Sarah J. Maas |
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342e019
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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."
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rowan-whitethorn
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Sarah J. Maas |
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a9c08b9
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His name was Dorian. Dorian Havillard, and he was the Crown Prince of Adarlan.
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dorian-havillard
prince-of-adarlin
king-of-adarlan
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Sarah J. Maas |
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91351e3
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I'd hate for you to waste away into nothing. It'd be a shame to lose the most beautiful woman in the world so soon into her immortal, wicked life.
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empire-of-storms
throne-of-glass
manon-blackbeak
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Sarah J. Maas |
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365073a
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Rhysand yelled my name again - yelled it as though he cared. I blacked out, but she brought me back, ensuring that I felt everything ensuring that I screamed every time a bone broke.
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rhysand
feyre
rhys
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Sarah J. Maas |
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a4da648
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Why should I bother defending myself," Nesta said with lethal cold, "to a male who is so puffed up on his own sense of importance there's barely enough space in the room for his enormous head?"
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Sarah J. Maas |
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a4ae5a1
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The world began and ended in fire.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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588ae04
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But I find myself unable to resist the temptation. The same way you can't resist watching me whenever we're out. So territorial.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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8343ddc
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Was I interrupting? I thought it was over." Rhys gave me a smile dripping with venom. He knew-through that bond, through whatever magic was between us, he'd known I was about to say no. "At least Feyre seemed to think so."
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sarah-j-maas
rhysand
feyre
new-adult-romance
decisions
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Sarah J. Maas |
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99eef4b
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Quiet as mice, quiet as the wind, quiet as the grave.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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cda8108
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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."
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rowaelin
throne-of-glass
rowan-whitethorn
kingdom-of-ash
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Sarah J. Maas |
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7598827
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I didn't know how long my sisters and I lay there together, just like we had once shared that carved bed in that dilapidated cottage. Then--back then, we had kicked and twisted and fought for any bit of space, any breathing room. But that morning, as the sun rose over the world, we held tight. And did not let go.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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56a9441
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What did Aelin promise you?" Hasar smiled to herself. "A better world."
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Sarah J. Maas |
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6c83597
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you must enter where you fear to tread
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Sarah J. Maas |
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3ca5a73
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He couldn't be dead. Not from the dagger, or those dozen pirates, or from the catapult. No, Sam couldn't be so stupid that he'd get himself killed. She'd... she'd... Well she'd kill him if he was dead.
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sam
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Sarah J. Maas |
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117f868
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Her mother placed a phantom hand over Aelin's heart. 'It is the strength of this that matters. No matter where you are, no matter how far, this will lead you home.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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f07fb8a
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Fenrys ... You know, I don't actually know your family name." Fenrys threw a roguish wink at the queen. "Moonbeam." "It is not," Aelin hissed, choking on a laugh. Fenrys laid a hand on his heart. "I am blood-sworn to you. Would I lie?"
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fenrys
throne-of-glass-series
throne-of-glass
kingdom-of-ash
sarah-j-maas
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Sarah J. Maas |
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a367a53
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Aelin Galathynius smiled at her, hand still outreached. "Get up." the princess said. Celaena reached across the earth between them and brushed her fingers against Aelin's. And arose."
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inspiration
climax
hallucinating
heir-of-fire
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Sarah J. Maas |
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ab5eced
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The Wing Leader said from behind her, "Do you believe monsters are born, or made?" From what she'd seen today, she would say some creatures were very much born evil. But what Manon was asking... "I'm not the one who needs to answer that question." Elide said."
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throne-of-glass
manon-blackbeak
queen-of-shadows
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Sarah J. Maas |
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89e2ce7
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Using the chair is not a punishment. It is not a prison,' he said softly. 'It never was. And I am as much of a man in that chair, or with that cane, as I am standing on my feet.' He brushed away the tear that slipped down her cheek. 'I wanted to heal you,' she breathed. 'You did,' he said, smiling. 'Yrene, in every way that truly matters . . . You did.' Chaol wiped away the other tears that fell, brushing a kiss to her hot cheek.
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yrene-towers
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Sarah J. Maas |
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dab7923
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The Captain of the Guard would be an interesting opponent. Maybe even worthy of some effort on her part.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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b1d4f1d
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You think I don't know how stories get written- how this story will be written?" Rhys put his hands on his chest, his face more open, more anguished than I'd seen it. "I am the dark lord, who stole away the bride of spring. I am a demon, and a nightmare, and I will meet a bad end. He is the golden prince- the hero who will get to keep you as his reward for not dying of stupidity and arrogance."
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Sarah J. Maas |
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4a8a3c1
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I am going to find the Crochans. And I am going to raise an army with them. For Aelin Galathynius. And her people. And for ours. - Manon
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Sarah J. Maas |
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8a4155c
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Courage of the heart is very rare," she said with sudden calm. "Let it guide you."
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Sarah J. Maas |
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a74ffb5
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You look more of less the same." She strode right past him. "And you still look like a jackass," she said sweetly." --
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Sarah J. Maas |
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c860d95
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It was hard to care, she realized as she started the trek back to the castle. Incredibly hard to care, when you didn't have anyone left to care about.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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cbdcf30
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Tell me your deepest secret," she said softly... After a long moment, he spoke. "The only secret I've borne my entire life is that I love you." He gave her a slight smile. "It was the one thing I believed I'd go to the grave without voicing." His eyes were so full of light that their loveliness almost stopped her heart."
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Sarah J. Maas |
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0d53b45
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He'd loved her so much that she still felt the echoes of it, even now.
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crown-of-midnight
sam-cortland
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Sarah J. Maas |
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8331375
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She would remake the world - remake it for them, those she had loved with this glorious, burning heart;
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Sarah J. Maas |
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df0625f
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He'd devoured the goat in two bites, then gone back to enjoying the wildflowers.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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e12254e
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I'll make one more promise," she said, folding her bloodied hand into a fist as she lowered it before them. Darrow tensed. Her blood dripped onto the sacred soil of Terrasen, and her smile turned lethal. Even Aedion held his breath beside her. Aelin said, "I promise you that no matter how far I go, no matter the cost, when you call for my aid, I will come. I promise you on my blood, on my family's name, that I will not turn my back on Terra..
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Sarah J. Maas |
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38e6fa1
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You do not yield.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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c69ea07
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Aelin braced her forearms on the bar, crossing one ankle over the other. "Hello, Tern." Arobynn's second in command-or he had been two years ago. A vicious, calculating little prick who had always been more than eager to do Arobynn's dirty work. "I figured it was only a matter of time before one of Arobynn's dogs sniffed me out." Tern flashed a too-bright smile. "If memory serves, you were always his favorite bitch."
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arobynn-hamel
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Sarah J. Maas |
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2d06e61
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Azriel would likely love Mor until he was a whisper of darkness between the stars.
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love
pg487
mor
feyre
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Sarah J. Maas |
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73f4733
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Dorian,' Aelin said, pain lancing down her spine as burnout neared. He turned his head, an eye still on the wall of flickering flames. Such pain, and grief, and rage in those eyes. Yet, somehow, beneath it all - a spark of spirit. Of hope. Aelin extended her hand - a question and an offer and a promise. 'To a better future,' she said. 'You came back,' he said, as if that were an answer. They joined hands. So the world ended. And the next on..
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Sarah J. Maas |
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f2a38c9
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Sam," she said. "I'm trying!" "Sam," she repeated. "No," he spat, hearing her tone. "No!" He began screaming for help then. Celaena pressed her face to one of the holes in the grate. Help wasn't going to come-not fast enough. "Please," Sam begged as he beat and yanked on the grate, he tried to wedge another dagger under the lid. "Please don't." She knew he wasn't speaking to her. The water hit her neck. "Please," Sam moaned, his fingers now..
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friendship
love
celaena-sadothien
sam-cortland
heartbreaking
sad
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Sarah J. Maas |
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7878055
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There are many types of strength beyond the ability to wield a blade and end lives.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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457b97b
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I hadn't realized I was a villain in your narrative,
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Sarah J. Maas |