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You're back," Sam said, as if he couldn't quite believe it. She lifted her chin, stuffing her hands in her pockets. "Obviously." He tilted his head slightly to the side. "How was the desert?" There wasn't a scratch on him. Of course, her face had healed too but... "Hot," she said. Sam let out a breathy chuckle."
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funny
sam-cortland
celaena-sardothien
cute
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But when she reached in, toward the place in her chest where that monster dwelled, she found only cobwebs and ashes.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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Would I have loved her if I had know from the start what she is?" He shook his head. "If I had met her now... my first instinct would be to protect Dorian from her. Celaena was a fraction of Aelin - both good and bad. But Aelin... she is Celaena, and she is queen, and she is the Fire-Bringer. I fell in love with a facet, and I panicked when I realized it was a fraction of the whole - when I saw that power, that heritage, and... it was not a..
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I frowned at the eye in my palm. "What, literally shout at the tattoo?" "You could try rubbing it on certain body areas and I might come faster." --
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the-night-court
sjm
sarah-j-maas
a-court-of-thorns-and-roses
acomaf
acotar
rhysand
feyre
rhys
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Then there was that other strange feeling that pushed and pulled at her, making her reply the scene in the mess hall again and again. She had never known regret-not true regret, anyway. But she regretted not knowing the Crochan's name. She regretted not knowing who the new cloak on her shoulders had belonged to-where she had come from, how she had lived. Somehow, even though her long life had been gone for ten years... Somehow, that regret ..
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That cocky smile widened. "Hello, bitch," Ansel purred. "Hello, traitor," Aelin purred right back, surveying the armada spread before them. "Looks like you made it on time after all."
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ansel
pg554
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Sarah J. Maas |
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9f30ffa
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It should have been me.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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The world balanced on the edge of a knife, slipping, slipping, slipping.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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Truth is deadly. Truth is freedom. Truth can break and mend and bind.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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It was like waking up or being born or falling out of the sky. It was an answer and a song, and she could not think or feel fast enough.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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Oh, you should have been born with my abilities, if only to have felt the rage that seeped from him." I didn't want to think much about his abilities. "Who's to say he won't splatter you as well?" "Perhaps he'll try- but I have a feeling he'll kill Amarantha first."
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rhysand
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His fingers tightened on mine, and I looked up. He was smiling at me. And looked so un-High-Lord-like with the glowing dust on the side of his face that I grinned back. I hadn't even realized what I'd done until his own smile faded, and his mouth parted slightly. "Smile again," he whispered. I hadn't smiled for him. Ever. Or laughed. Under the Mountain, I had never grinned, never chuckled. And afterward... And this male before me...my frien..
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The council meeting was soon over, and Manon paused as she walked past Vernon on her way out. She put a hand on his shoulder, her nails digging into his skin, and he yelped as she brought her iron teeth close to his ear. "Just because she is dead, Lord, do not think I will forget what you tried to do to her." Vernon paled. "You can't touch me." Manon dug her nails in deeper. "No, I can't," she purred into his ear. "But Aelin Galathynius is ..
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Well, he was certainly desirable-as desirable as Sam, maybe. Sam-when had she ever thought of him as desirable? He'd laugh until he died if ever knew she thought of him like that.
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sam
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Manon gazed westward across the mountains. Hope, Elide had said--hope for a better future. For a home. Not obedience, brutality, discipline. But hope.
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But Evalin Ashryver held Aelin's gaze, the softness turning hard and gleaming as fresh steel. It is the strength of this that matters, Aelin. Aelin's fingers dug into her chest as she mouthed, The strength of this. Evalin nodded. Cairn's hissed threats danced through the coffin, his knife scraping and scraping. Evalin's face didn't falter. You are my daughter. You were born of two mighty bloodlines. That strength flows through you. Lives in..
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Sarah J. Maas |
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You are sacred vessels," the duke said. "It is an honor to be chosen." "I find that a very male thing to assume."
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Sarah J. Maas |
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She would not break. And someday... someday,even if it took her until her last breath, she'd find out who had done this to her. Celaena wiped away her tears as the wagon entered the shade of the tunnel through the wall. Whips and screams and the clank of chains. She tensed, already taking in every detail she could.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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It made her the greatest threat he'd ever encountered.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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8dc2199
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Thank you for finding her for me," my saviour said to them, smooth and polished. "Enjoy the Rite." There was enough of a bite beneath his last words that the faeries stiffened. Without further comment, they scuttled back to the bonfires. I stepped out of the shelter of my saviour's arm and turned to thank him. Standing before me was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen."
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Sarah J. Maas |
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fbe54cb
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You can't just toss us out. What will we do? Where will we go?" "I hear hell is particularly nice at this time of year."
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Sarah J. Maas |
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Lucien studied the wine in his goblet. "You don't hold on to power by being everyone's friend. And among the faeries, lesser and High Fae alike, a firm hand is needed. We're too powerful, and too bored with immortality, to be checked by anything else."
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immortality
freyre
high-fae
lucien
powerful
power
faeries
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She didn't fear the night, though she found little comfort in its dark hours.
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throne-of-glass
sarah-j-maas
night
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28545d8
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We'll never be a normal boy and girl, will we?" she managed to say. "No," he breathed, eyes blazing. "We won't." And then the music exploded around them, and Chaol took her with it, spinning her so that her cloak fanned out around her. Each step was flawless, lethal, like that first time they'd sparred together so many months ago. She knew his every move and he knew hers, as though they'd been dancing this waltz together all their lives. Fa..
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And I said, "You love me?" Rhys nodded. 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. I set the bowl down before him. "Then eat." --
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With nothing else to distract her, Celeana eventually returned to thinking about Sam. Even weeks later, she had no idea how she'd somehow gotten attached to him, what he'd been shouting when Arobynn beat her, and why Arobynn had thought he'd need three seasoned assassins to restrain him that day.
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sam
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Sarah J. Maas |
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5af03f1
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Aelin is alive.
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heir-of-fire
uplifting
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Sarah J. Maas |
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98ec871
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Aedion's heart stopped dead. "It's a sea dragon," he managed to say. Well, at least he now knew what secret form Lysandra had been working on."
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Sarah J. Maas |
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2976e0a
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I wept as I understood. she was saying. " I couldn't do it. But she held my gaze-held my gaze and nodded. As I lifted the ash dagger, something inside me fractured so completely that there would be no hope of ever repairing it. No matter how many years passed, no matter how many times I might try to paint her face."
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Sarah J. Maas |
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5fe394f
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Marion was my mother's name. She died defending Aelin Galathynius from her assassin. My mother bought Aelin time to run - to get away so she could one day return to save us all... I have no lands, no money, no army to offer Aelin Galathynius. But I will find her - and help her in whatever way I can. If only to keep one girl, just one, from ever enduring what I did. - Elide
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What's it doing?" the green-faced faerie whined again. A deep, elegant voice replied this time. "She's building a trap." Rhysand. "But the Middengard--" "Relies on its scent to see," Rhysand answered, and I gave a special glower for him as I glanced at the rim of the trench and found him smiling at me. "And Feyre just became invisible." His violet eyes twinkled. I made an obscene gesture before I broke into a run, heading straight for the w..
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rhysand
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Sarah J. Maas |
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dfde1cf
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And in the end, though, we'd saved each other. All of us had.
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inner-circle
rhys
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Sarah J. Maas |
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855b21f
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But there are some times when words are necessary - when explanations are needed that mere gestures cannot convey.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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cd90bec
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What are you doing?" Celaena lifted another piece of paper. "If His Pirateness can't be bothered to clean for us, then I don't see why I can't have a look." "He'll be here any second," Sam hissed. She picked up a flattened map, examining the dots and markings along the coastline of their continent. Something small and round gleamed beneath the map, and she slipped it into her pocket before Sam could notice. "Oh, hush," she said, opening the..
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sam-cortland
sass
humorous-quotes
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Sarah J. Maas |
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00e8dd7
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When you shift, will your hawk form be plucked, then?
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humor
rowan
sarah-j-maas
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Sarah J. Maas |
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d0f9cc9
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I would not be weak again. I would not be dependent on anyone else. I would never have to endure the touch of the Attor as it dragged me because I was too helpless to know where and how to hit. Never again.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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Elain had always been gentle and sweet--and I had considered it a different sort of strength. A better strength. To look at the hardness of the world and choose, over and over, to love, to be kind. She had been always so full of light. Perhaps
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Sarah J. Maas |
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7d1b22d
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That wildness, that untamed fierceness...They weren't born of a free heart, but of one that had known despair so complete that living brightly, living violently, was the only way to outrun it.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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d2fc2a2
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He was a boy in love with a wildfire. Or at least he thought he was
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love
dorian-havilliard
wildfire
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Sarah J. Maas |
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1667006
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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. She grinned at Rowan through her tears, and sent the droplet splashing onto his face. Rowan tossed her into the pool. A moment later, laughing, he jumped in himself.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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4230ff5
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Something thumped in front of me. A bottle of wine. "It's fine if you drink directly from it," was all Mor said."
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Sarah J. Maas |
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431a736
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Celaena?" Sam asked into the dark. "Should I worry about going to sleep?" She blinked, then laughed under her breath. At least Sam took her threats somewhat seriously."
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true
sarcastic-humor
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Sarah J. Maas |
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f641cd7
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She pulled off the ring. "So that was what he wanted. I honestly expected something grander." --
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Sarah J. Maas |
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a8bca0d
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I glanced at Tamlin, biting my lip. I'd practically floated into my bedroom that morning. But Tamlin's gaze now roved my face as if searching for any tinge of regret, of fear. Ridiculous.
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sarah-j-maas
acotar
feyre
tamlin
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