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What was it like?" Manon asked quietly. "To love." For love was what it had been--what Asterin perhaps alone of all the Ironteeth witches had felt, had learned. "It was like dying a little every day. It was like being alive, too. It was joy so complete it was pain. It destroyed me and unmade me and forged me. I hated it, because I knew I couldn't escape it, and knew it would forever change me. And that witchling ... I loved her, too. I love..
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Farran studied his new ally, his gaze glittering. "You have no idea." After another moment, he asked, "Why did you do it?" Arobynn's attention drifted back to the wagon, already a small dot in the rolling foothills above Rifthold. "Because I don't like sharing my belongings."
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rourke-farran
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So the world ended. And the next one began. They were infinite. They were the beginning and the ending; they were eternity.
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infinity
end
eternity
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And all around us, as if the world itself were indeed falling apart, stars rained down. Bits of stardust glowed on his lips as he pulled away, as I stared up at him, breathless, while he smiled. The smile the world would likely never see, the smile he'd given up for the sake of his people, his lands. He said softly, "I am ... very glad I met you, Feyre."
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Fear no evil," she whispered - just for me."
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My price was his oath that he'd never lay a hand on you again. I told him I'd forgive him in exchange for that." She wished he'd punched her in the gut. It would have hurt less. Not trusting herself to keep from falling to her knees with shame right there, she just stalked down the hall."
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Embracing Sam was different, somehow. Like she wanted to curl into his warmth, like for one moment, she didn't have to worry about anything or anybody.
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the-assassin-s-blade
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7265e4e
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So here we are. The end of the road. No. The beginning of the next.
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I couldn't help my blush. Especially as Rhys added, Tonight, I want you to wear that crown to bed. Only the crown. Scoundrel. Always. I
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This was some dream, or she had gone to hell after all, because she couldn't exist in the world where this had been done to him, where she paced like an idiot all night while he suffered, while Farran tortured him, while he ripped out his eyes and-- Celaena vomited on the floor. Footsteps, then Arobynn's hands were on her shoulder, on her waist, pulling her away. He was dead. Sam was dead.
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Aelin said to Fenrys, "We'll only invite him to Orynth on holidays." "So he can ruin the festivities?" Fenrys scowled. "I, for one, cherish my holidays. I don't need a misanthrope raining on them."
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throne-of-glass-series
throne-of-glass
kingdom-of-ash
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eb80413
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Now that Sam was dead, there wasn't anything left outside of the dungeons worth fighting for, anyway. Not when Adarlan's Assassin was crumbling apart, and her world with her.
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He slumped down into the pen, and the puppies immediately leapt on him. "Perhaps I'll see you later tonight." "If you're lucky," Celaena purred, and walked away. She smiled to herself as they strode through the castle. Eventully Nehemia turned to her. "Do you like him?" Celaena made a face. "Of course not. Why would I?" You converse easily. It seems as if you have...a connection." "A connection?" Celaena choked on the word. "I just enjoy te..
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nehemia-ytger
dorian-havilliard
denial
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She'd... she'd... Well she'd kill him if he was dead.
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the-assassin-and-the-pirate-lord
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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?"
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Let me give you a bit of advice.' the girl said bitterly, 'from one working girl to another; life isn't easy, no matter where you are. You'll make choices you think are right and then suffer for them.' Those remarkable eyes flickered. 'So if you're going to be miserable, you might as well go to Antica and be miserable in the shadow of the Torre Cesme.
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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 ga..
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manon-blackbeak
rowan-whitethorn
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This was not the end. This crack in him, this bottom, was not the end. He had one promise left.
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And when Aelin lifted her head to survey the cheering crowd, when she smiled, Queen of Terrasen and the Faerie Queen of the West, she burned bright as a star.
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Inside, inside I had become like that distant sea, relentlessly churning, tossed about by squalls that tore away any sense of where the surface might be.
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I think Nesta feels everything-- sees too much; sees and feels it all. And she burns with it. Keeping that wall up helps from being overwhelmed, from caring too greatly.
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I'm serious," Lucien said as I lifted the glass to my lips, my brows raised. "Remember the last time you ignored my warning?" He poked me in the neck, and I batted his hand away. "I also remember you telling me how witchberries were harmless, and the next thing I knew, I was half-delirious and falling all over myself," I said, recalling the afternoon from a few weeks ago. I'd had hallucinations for hours afterwards, and Lucien had laughed h..
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That girl that had needed to be protected, who had craved stability and comfort . . . she had died Under the Mountain. I had died, and there had been no one to protect me from those horrors before my neck snapped. So I had done it myself. And I would not, could not, yield that part of me that had awoken and transformed Under the Mountain.
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feyre
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There is a better world out there. And I have seen it." Even the Thirteen looked toward her now. "I have seen witch and human and Fae dwell together in peace. And it is not a weakness to do so, but a strength. I have met kings and queens whose love for their kingdoms, their peoples, is so great that the self is secondary. Whose love for their people is so strong that even in the face of unthinkable odds, they do the impossible."
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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 hi..
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lysandra
rowan-whitethorn
vomit
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But as soon as darkness enveloped the room, my sobs hit in full--great, gasping pants that shuddered through me, flowing out the open windows, and into the starry, snow-kissed night.
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I cast a look at where Rhys still remained sprawled on the cushions, watching us with raised brows. "For someone who was just dead," I said tightly, "you seem remarkably relaxed." Rhys smirked. "I'm glad you're bouncing back to your usual spirits, Feyre darling." Drakon snorted, and took my hands, squeezing them as tightly as his mate had. "What he doesn't want to tell you, my lady, is that he's so damn old he can't stand up right now." I w..
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Rhys straightened. "You'd- make me food?" "Heat," I said. "I can't cook." It didn't seem to make a difference. But whatever it was, the act of offering him food... I dumped some cold soup into a pan and lit the burner. "I don't know the rules," I said, my back to him. "So you need to explain them to me." He lingered in the center of the cabin, watching my every move. He said hoarsely, "It's an... important moment when a female offers her m..
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rhysand
bond
mate
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I wasn't sure I'd been born with the ability to forgive. Not for terrors inflicted on those I loved. For myself, I didn't care--not nearly as much. But there was some fundamental pillar of steel in me that could not bend or break in this. Could not stomach the idea of letting these people get away with what they'd done.
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Tamlin didn't stop apologizing for days. He made love to me, morning and night. He worshipped my body with his hands, his tongue, his teeth. But that had never been the hard part. We just got tripped up with the rest.
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Everything was comfortable, tasteful, as if the apartment were for lounging and nights by the fire. And there were so many books--on shelves, on the tables by the couch, stacked beside the large armchair before the curtained floor-to-ceiling window spanning the entire length of the great room. Smart. Educated. Cultured, if the knickknacks were any indication. There were things from across kingdoms, as if she'd picked up something everywher..
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It told a story...the story of Prythian. It began with a cauldron. A mighty black cauldron held by glowing, slender female hands in a starry, endless night. Those hands tipped it over, and, from it, golden sparkling liquid poured out over the lip. No -- not sparkling, but...effervescent with small symbols, perhaps some ancient faerie language.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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9ee8f97
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She should not remember what it was like to be free.
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heir-of-fire
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If he hadn't been kissing me, if he hadn't shown up and interrupted us, I would have gone out into that throne room covered in smudged paint. And everyone--especially Amarantha--would have known what I'd been up to. It wouldn't have taken much to figure out whom I'd been with, especially not once they saw the paint on Tamlin. I didn't want to consider what the punishment might have been. Regardless of his motives or his methods, Rhysand was..
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love
feysand
rhysand
rhys
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Sarah J. Maas |
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d3df793
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Fireheart, her mother had called her. Not for her power. The name had never once been about her power.
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heart
fireheart
throne-of-glass
kingdom-of-ash
aelin-ashryver-galathynius
tog
strenght
fire
fae
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Sarah J. Maas |
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I'd endure every second of it over again so I could find you.
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love
feysand
rhysand
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Sarah J. Maas |
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Aedion grinned at his queen as the entire world went to hell.
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aelin-ashryver
queen-of-terrasen
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Sarah J. Maas |
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c831b79
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What time are we back in the training ring tomorrow?" To his credit, Cassian didn't so much as glance at Nesta as he replied with a lazy smile, "I'd say dawn, but since I'm feeling rather grateful that you're back in one piece, I'll let you sleep in. Let's meet at seven." "I'd hardly call that sleeping in," I said. "For an Illyrian, it is," Mor muttered. Cassian's wings rustled. "Daylight is a precious resource." "We live in the Night Court..
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Sarah J. Maas |
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Aedion Ashryver walked into Aelin's suite of rooms in time to see that Aelin was awake-finally awake, and lifting her face to Rowan's. They were sitting on the bed, Aelin in Rowan's lap, the Fae warrior's arms locked around her as he looked at her the way she deserved to be looked at. And when they kissed, deeply, without hesitation- Rowan didn't so much as glance at Aedion's way before a wind snapped through the suite, slamming the bedroom..
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Sarah J. Maas |
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2283cf9
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And I didn't think even eternity would be long enough to fix me.
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dark
depressing
falling-apart
immortal
wounded
dreary
fae
sad
trauma
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Sarah J. Maas |
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d13e860
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Her heart was raw and trembling, and the darkness faded.
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throne-of-glass
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Sarah J. Maas |
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2f4b29f
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He stared at her; she stared right back. Unyielding, unbreakable. They'd been cut from the same cloth. Aedion loosed a breath and looked at their joined hands - then opened his to examine her scarred palm, crisscrossed with the marks of her vow to Nehemia and the cut she'd made the moment she and Rowan became carranam, their magic joining them in an eternal bond. 'It's hard not to think all of your scars are my fault.' Oh. Oh.
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aelin-ashryver-galathynius
queen-of-shadows
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Sarah J. Maas |
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34b7226
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No, Celaena Sardothien certainly did not exist anymore. That woman--the woman he had loved ... Perhaps she'd drowned in the vast, ruthless sea between here and Wendlyn. Perhaps she'd died at the hands of the Valg princes. Or maybe he'd been a fool all this time, a fool to look at the lives she'd taken and blood she'd so irreverently spilled, and not be disgusted.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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2e599c9
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She lifted her chin. "I've been shouting for you." Sam shrugged, sauntering over to her. "I figured you could wait a few minutes, given that I saved the day and all." His brows rose high on his ash-covered face. "Some hero." She gestured to the ruin of the tower around them. "I've never seen such sloppy work"
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