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Maybe I'd always been broken and dark inside. Maybe someone who've been born whole and good would have put down the ash dagger and embraced death rather than what lay before me.
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young-adult
dark
sarah-j-maas
feyre
beautiful-quote
broken
beginning
introduction
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don't believe for one damn minute that you're remotely fine with being a pretty trophy for someone who sat on his ass for nearly fifty years, then sat on his ass while you were shredded apart--" "Stop"
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Hers was not a story of darkness. This would not be the story. She would fold it into herself, this place, this fear, but it would not be the whole story. It would not be her story.
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Don't you waste one heartbeat being afraid of a coward who hunts women in the darkness," Chaol snapped at her."
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The most powerful pure-blooded Fae male in the world," Chaol said simply. "A worthy asset for any court. Especially when they had fallen in love with each other."
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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 ha..
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page-451
aelin-galathynius
rowan
rowan-whitethorn
hot
fae
sexy
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Spell-Cleaver. That was his title. She surveyed him with her usual disdain. But Helion gave her the same bow he'd offered me--though his smile was edged with enough sensuality that even my heart raced a bit. No wonder the Lady of Autumn hadn't stood a chance. "I don't think we were introduced properly earlier," he crooned to Nesta. "I'm--" "I don't care," Nesta said with a snap of her wrist, striding right past him and up to my side. "I'd l..
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Then it is a good thing, Yrene Towers, that I love you as well.
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What - what was I doing the whole time?" So much for Alis's warning. Lucien let out a sharp breath, running a hand through his red hair. "He had you dance for him for most of the night. And when you weren't dancing, you were sitting in his lap." "What kind of dancing?" I pushed. "Not the kind you were doing with Tamlin on Solstice," Lucien said, and my face heated. From the murkiness of my memories of last night, I recalled the closeness of..
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the-dance
rhysand
feyre
lucien
rhys
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No fair maiden should die alone,
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Arobynn only smiled at her, taller by a head. And when he reached out, she allowed him to brush his knuckles down her cheek. The calluses on is fingers said enough about how often he practiced. "I do not expect you to trust me; I do not expect you to love me."
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arobynn-hamel
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there was not enough time in life to waste on hatred. On feeling it and putting it into the world
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It was agony and despair and fear. It was joy and laughter and rest. It was life, all of it...
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Tamlin let out a low snarl of approval, and I bit my bottom lip as he removed his pants, along with his undergarments, revealing the proud, thick length of him. My mouth went dry, and I dragged my gaze up his muscled torso, over the panes of his chest, and then-- "Come here," he growled, so roughly the words were barely discernable. I pushed back the blankets, revealing my already naked body, and he hissed."
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love
pornographic
sexy-romance
new-adult-romance
erotica-bdsm
smut
new-adult
erotic-romance
erotica
sexy
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Been eating candies, have you?" "You sent those?" She kept her mouth closed as much as possible. "Of course." He picked up the brown bad of candy on the table. "What's your..." He trailed off as he weighed the bad 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."
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gifts
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Sarah J. Maas |
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31bd5d4
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We're too powerful, and too bored with immortality, to be checked by anything else.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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Everything- everything was for Dorian, for his friend. For himself, he had nothing left to lose. He was nothing more than a nameless oath-breaker, a liar, a traitor.
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dorian-havilliard
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But as they rode out of Rifthold, that city that had been her home and her hell and her salvation, as she memorized each street and building and face and shop, each smell and the coolness of the river breeze, she didn't see one slave. Didn't hear one whip. And as they passed by the domed Royal Theater, there was music - beautiful, exquisite music - playing within.
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He stalked closer, his movements feline, those violet eyes turning subdued-lethal. "You're welcome, you know." "For saving you when asked." I stiffened. " I didn't ask for anything."
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sarah-j-maas
rhysand
feyre
new-adult-romance
rescue
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Sarah J. Maas |
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6de72c3
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Someone fish out dear Amren before she catches a cold.
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Rain continued beating against the hall windows, a distant reminder that there was still a world around them.
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Aelin met Rowan's stare and said clearly and baldly and without a speckle of doubt, "I love you. I am in love with you, Rowan. I have been for a while. And I know there are limits to what you can give me, and I know you might need time--" His lips crushed into hers, and he said onto her mouth, 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 to yo..
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Your soldiers look like they have seen better days." "Oh, they always look like that. I've tried and tries to get them to focus on outside appearances as much as improving their inner beauty, but... you know how men are."
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ansel
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c51b401
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I want a husband to warm my bed, and my bed alone.
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marriage
throne-of-glass
husband
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Tell Aelin Galathynius that Wendlyn has never forgotten Evalin Ashryver," Galan said to him, to Aedion. "Or Terrasen."
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pg682
rowan-whitethorn
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I love you," he breathed against her mouth. "And from today onward, I want to never be separated from you. Where you go, I go. Even if that means going to Hell itself, wherever you are, that's where I want to be. Forever."
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love
sam-cortland
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He did--does love me, Rhysand." "The issue isn't whether he loved you, it's how much. Too much. Love can be a poison."
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I will not be afraid.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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You know I'm always happy to tangle in the sheets with you, Amren,
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there was a thing waiting in the darkness, and he could not bring himself to fight it for much longer.
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throne-of-glass
queen-of-shadows
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ab52c3a
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Thus I became Rhysand's plaything, the harlot of Amarantha's whore.
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rhysand
feyre
rhys
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We are the Thirteen," she said. "From now until the Darkness claims us."
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Why are you crying?" he asked, trying to push her back far enough to read her face again. But she held on to him, so fiercely she could feel the weapons beneath his clothes. It would all be fine, even if it went to hell, so long as he was here with her. "I'm crying," she sniffled, "because you smell so rutting bad my eyes are watering."
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Lysandra... Lady of Caraverre." "There is no Caraverre," Darrow said. Aelin shrugged. "There is now." Lysandra had settled on the name a week ago, whatever it meant, bolting upright in the middle of the night and practically shouting it at Aelin once she'd mastered herself long enough to shift back into her human form. Aelin doubted she'd soon forget the image of a wide-eyed ghost leopard trying to speak."
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She tensed, already taking in every detail she could. But she squared her shoulders. Straightened her spine. "My name is Celaena Sardothien," she whispered, "and I will not be afraid."
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Sarah J. Maas |
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Fireheart. The whispered word floated through the eternal night, a glimmer of sound, of light. Fireheart. The woman's voice was soft, loving. Her mother's voice. Aelin turned her face away. Even that movement was more than she could bear. Fireheart, why do you cry? Aelin could not answer. Fireheart. The words were a gentle brush down her cheek. Fireheart, why do you cry? And from far away, deep within her, Aelin whispered toward that ray of..
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Where are we going?" Rhy's smile widened into a grin. "To Velaris--the City of Starlight."
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pg130
rhysand
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If he didn't walk away when I voiced what I wanted: him. Not the High Lord, not the most powerful male in Pyrthian's history. Just....him. The person who had sent music into that cell; who had picked up that knife in Amarantha's throne room to fight for me when no one else dared, and who had kept fighting for me every day since, refusing to let me crumble and disappear into nothing.
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To the stars who listen-and the dreams that are answered
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azriel
elain
cassian
nesta
rhysand
feyre
tamlin
morrigan
lucien
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Sarah J. Maas |
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4af5da0
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Every step. Every curve into darkness. Every moment of despair and rage and pain. It had led him to precisely where he needed to be. Where he wanted to be.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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c9b87e1
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My mate--who had worked so hard and so selflessly, all without hope that I would ever be with him. We had both fought for that love, bled for it. Rhys had died for it.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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Aelin ran for Manon, leaping over the fallen stones, her ankle wrenching on loose debris. The island rocked with her every step, and the sunlight was scalding, as if Mala were holding that island aloft with every last bit of strength the goddess could summon in this land. Then Aelin was upon Manon Blackbeak, and the witch lifted hate-filled eyes to her. Aelin hauled off stone after stone from her body, the island beneath them buckling. "You..
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manon-blackbeak
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Sarah J. Maas |
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94b8888
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I shut him out. Maybe I'd send a water-dog barking after him later--let it bite him in the ass.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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d97b728
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There were two sisters, they went playing, To see their father's ships come sailing ... And when they came unto the sea-brim The elder did push the younger in Sometimes she sank, and sometimes she swam, 'Til her corpse came to the miller's dam "But what did he do with her breastbone? He made him a viol to play on. What'd he do with her fingers so small? He made pegs to his viol..
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