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Get ready to unleash hell.
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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.
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rowan-whitethorn
queen-of-shadows
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Alone with Rolfe, Celaena raised her sword. "Celaena Sardothien, at your service." The pirate was still staring at her, his face pale with rage. "How dare you deceive me?" She sketched a bow. "I did nothing of the sort. I told you I was beautiful."
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celaena-sardothien
sassiness
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Sarah J. Maas |
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It's a shame," I said, the words nearly gobbled up by the sound of the city music. "That others in Prythian don't know. A shame that you let them think the worst." He took a step back, his wings beating the air like mighty drums. "As long as the people who matter most know the truth, I don't care about the rest."
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Sarah J. Maas |
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64fbe11
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I'm surprised there aren't more mirrors in this house, since you seem to love looking at yourself so much." Azriel"
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Sarah J. Maas |
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38e6b9a
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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.
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unrequited-love
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Sarah J. Maas |
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f07829c
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I want to take my time with you - to learn ... every inch of you. And this apartment has very, very thin walls. I don't want to have an audience" he added as he leaned down again, brushing his mouth over the cut at the base of her throat, "when I make you moan, Aelin." --
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romance
fantasy
love
queen
fae
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What have you done to me?" Rhysand stood, running a hand through his short, dark hair. It's custom in my court for bargains to be permanently marked upon flesh." I rubbed my left forearm and hand, the entirety of which was now covered in swirls and whorls of black ink. Even my fingers weren't spared, and a large eye was tattooed in the center of my palm. It was feline, and its slitted pupil stared right back me. "Make it go away," I said, ..
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the-night-court
rhysand
feyre
tattoo
rhys
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Sarah J. Maas |
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04a0dbc
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Blood filled my mouth, warm as it dribbled out between my lips. I gazed at Tamlin's masked face one last time. I breathed, the world crumbling into a blackness with no end. A pause in Amarantha's magic. "The answer to the riddle...," I got out, chocking on my own blood, "is... love." Tamlin's eyes went wide before something forever cracked in my spine."
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Some night soon, I'll sneak back in here and we can eat chocolates until we vomit." "We're such refined, genteel ladies." "Please," Lysandra said, waving a manicured hand, "you and I are nothing but wild beasts wearing human skins. Don't even try to deny it."
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manners
humans
ladies
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Sarah J. Maas |
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80fe79c
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One day. I am going to marry you. I'll be generous and let you pick when, even if it's ten years from now. Or twenty. But one day, you are going to be my wife.
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the-dragon
the-wolf
empire-of-storms
throne-of-glass
lysandra
sarah-j-maas
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Sarah J. Maas |
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0b50331
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Maybe I'd always been broken and dark inside.
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dark
broken
depressing
relatable
first-sentence
sad
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Sarah J. Maas |
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c81af06
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I waited for the fear to hit; waited for my body to shriek to find a way to get out of this dinner, but ... nothing. Maybe it'd be a mercy to be ended-- A broad hand gripped my face--gently enough not to hurt, but hard enough to make me look at him. "Don't you think that," Rhysand hissed, his eyes livid. "
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pg149
rhysand
feyre
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Feyre Archeron,' the Suriel said again, gazing at the leafy canopy, the sky peeking through it. A painful inhale. 'A request.' I leaned close. 'Anything.' Another rattling breath. 'Leave this world...a better place than how you found it.' And as its chest rose and stopped altogether, as its breath escaped in one last sigh, I understood why the Suriel had come to help me, again and again. Not just for kindness...but because it was a dreamer...
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Sarah J. Maas |
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53a0d8b
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And... And I love him enough to want him to find someone who can truly love him like he deserves. And I love myself... I love myself enough to not want to settle until I find that person, too.
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TERRASEN REMEMBERS EVALIN ASHRYVER. DO YOU? I FOUGHT AT MISTWARD FOR YOUR PEOPLE. RETURN THE GODS-DAMNED FAVOR.
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pg681
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Sarah J. Maas |
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a9cc374
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A queen who owned her body, her life, her destiny, and never apologized for it.
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mor
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Sarah J. Maas |
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2edfbc3
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If you can learn to endure pain, you can survive anything. Some people learn to embrace it--to love it. Some endure it through drowning it in sorrow, or by making themselves forget. Others turn it into anger. But Ansel let her pain become hate, and let it consume her until she became something else entirely--a person I don't think she ever wished to be
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God afternoon," I said cheerfully, with an especially saccharine smile for the High Lord. He blinked at me, and both of the faerie men murmured their greetings as I took a seat across from Lucien, not my usual place facing Tamlin. I drank deeply from my goblet of water before piling food on my plate. I savored the tense silence as I consumed the meal before me. "You look . . . refreshed," Lucien observed with a glance at Tamlin. I shrugge..
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sarah-j-maas
feyre
tamlin
lucien
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Sarah J Maas |
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36d24e3
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so I leaned down and put my mouth on him. He jerked at the contact with a barked, "Shit," and I laughed around him, even as I took him deeper into my mouth. His hands were now fisted in the sheets, white-knuckled as I slid my tongue over him, grazing slightly with my teeth. His groan was fire to my blood."
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adult-material
erotic-content
erotic-fantasies
erotic-fantasy
fellatio
graphic-sex-scene
mature-content
new-adult-fiction
fake-marketing
pornographic
new-adult-romance
rough-sex
new-adult
erotic-romance
erotica
sexuality
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Sarah J. Maas |
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cd205ef
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To the blessed darkness from which we are born, and to which we return.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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Celaena threw her weight into the dagger she held aloft, and gained an inch. His arms strained. She was going to kill him. She truly going to kill him. He made himself look into her eyes, look at the face so twisted with rage that he couldn't find her. "Celaena," he said, squeezing her wrists so hard that he hoped the pain registered somewhere- wherever she had gone. But she still wouldn't lossen her grip on the blade. "Celaena, I'm your fr..
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chaol
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Sarah J. Maas |
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9bb2c9d
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I belong to NO ONE. But my heart belongs to you
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Sarah J. Maas |
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Primal anger sharpened in his gut, brimming with a territorial, possessive need. Not a need for her, but a need to portect--a male's duty and honor.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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Sartaq chuckled. "I did. But I also told him that the woman I love now plans to head into war. And I intend to follow her."
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Sarah J. Maas |
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ea37c8d
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Not consort, not wife. Feyre is High Lady of the Night Court. My equal in every way; she would wear my crown, sit on a throne beside mine. Never sidelined, never designated to breeding and parties and child rearing. My queen.
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high-lady
night-court
mate
rhys
queen
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Sarah J. Maas |
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985dd8c
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Dorian surged from the chair and dropped to his knees beside the bed. He grabbed Chaol's hand, squeezing it as he pressed his brow against his. "You were dead," the prince said, his voice breaking. "I thought you were dead."
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dorian-havilliard
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Sarah J. Maas |
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a59a577
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His words were a lethal caress as he said, "Did you enjoy the sight of me kneeling before you?"
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love
rhysand
flirting
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Sarah J. Maas |
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7ebf681
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Can I see it?" She knew what he meant, and had held up her hands before her. Ribbons and plumes and flowers of red and gold fire danced through his room, bright and glorious and elegant. Chaol's eyes had been lined with silver when the flames winked out. "it's lovely," he said at last."
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Sarah J. Maas |
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76b3bf2
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There are good days and bad days for me - even now. Don't let the hard days win.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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0bd35ba
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Perhaps that's because Rhysand has not lost you at all. But rather unleashed you upon us.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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d1c95a0
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Chaol raised his brows. "So I'm just here for decoration?" "Be grateful I consider you a worthy accessory."
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Sarah J. Maas |
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0eb7eb3
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Over a million? A million books?" Her heart leapt and danced, and she cracked a smile. "I'd die before I even got through half of that!"
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Sarah J. Maas |
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a5f5206
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I'm thinking it would be very easy to love you. And easier to call you my friend.
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true-love
friendship
rhysand
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Sarah J. Maas |
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cb486e9
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You touch him again," Manon said, "and I'll drink the marrow from your bones."
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sarah-j-maas
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Sarah J. Maas |
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dc2bc57
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He had killed his way across the world; he had gone to war and back more times than he cared to remember. And despite it all, despite the rage and despair and ice he'd wrapped around his heart, he'd still found Aelin. Every horizon he'd gazed toward, unable and unwilling to rest during those centuries, every mountain and ocean he'd seen and wondered what lay beyond ... It had been her. It had been Aelin, the silent call of the mating bond d..
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young-adult
fiction
throne-of-glass
kingdom-of-ash
sarah-j-maas
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Sarah J. Maas |
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f015fba
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What happened to Tomas Mandray?" I asked, the words strangled. "I realized he wouldn't have gone with me to save you from Prythian."
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nesta
sisters
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Sarah J. Maas |
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a8118df
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I came to claim the one I love.
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acotar
feyre
tamlin
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Sarah J. Maas |
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871a69e
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Celaena." She looked back at him, her red gown sweeping around her. His eyes shone as he flashed her a crooked grin. "I missed you this summer." She met his stare unflinchingly, returning the smile as she said, "I hate to admit it, Sam Cortland, but I missed your sorry ass, too."
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Sarah J. Maas |
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63117b8
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Aedion touched her shoulder. "Welcome home, Aelin."
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terrasen
aelin-galathynius
queen-of-shadows
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Sarah J. Maas |
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a0b25e6
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His wife. Gods above. He was over five hundred years old - and this... this girl, young woman, she-devil, whatever she was, had just bluffed and lied her way into a job. A sword-thrower indeed.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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46e22f0
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And though he stood taller than her, he felt smaller as Aelin stared at him. No, not just Aelin. Queen Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, he realized, was staring at him.
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chaol-westfall
queen-of-shadows
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Sarah J. Maas |
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42d1065
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Everything I love has always had a tendency to be taken away from me
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Sarah J. Maas |
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e2d717b
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But I hadn't felt like Rhysand's enemy the last time I'd spoken to him, in the hours after Amarantha's defeat. I'd told no one about that meeting, what he'd said to me, what I'd confessed to him.
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rhysand
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Sarah J. Maas |