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The witches, who lowered their eyes for no man . . . Until she could get away, perhaps she might learn a thing or two about what it was like to have fangs and claws. And how to use them. "Blue," she whispered. "My blood runs blue." "Good choice, witchling," Manon said, and the word was a challenge and an order. She turned away, but glanced over her shoulder. "Welcome to the Blackbeaks." . Elide stared after her. She had likely just made the..
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pg212
elide-lochan
manon-blackbeak
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Cauldron save me," she began whispering, her voice lovely and even-like music. "Mother hold me," she went on, reciting a prayer similar to one I'd heard once before, when Tamlin eased the passing of that lesser faerie who'd died in the foyer. Another of Amarantha's victims. "Guide me to you." I was unable to raise my dagger, unable to take the step that would close the distance between us. "Let me pass through the gates; let me smell that i..
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Lucien only nodded. But I felt his gaze on my back, fixed right on my spine, as I headed downstairs. To see Ianthe. And at last decide how I was going to shred her into pieces.
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cd76ee0
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Because destroying a symbol can break the spirits of men as much as bloodshed.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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db1b304
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I needed not to be dead when I agreed." "You needed not to be alone."
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sarah-j-maas
rhysand
feyre
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82118c6
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Take nothing with you, leave nothing behind.
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The three others whirled for Rowan, and there was nothing he could do to get to that fuse. To save the queen who held his heart in her scarred hands.
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pg551
rowan-whitethorn
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Whatever had happened, however it had been freed, Manon didn't care. That mortal, human weight vanished. Strength coursed through her, coating her bones like armor. Invincible, immortal, unstoppable. Manon tipped her head back to the sky, spread her arms wide, and roared.
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pg562
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Rhysand just brushed an invisible fleck of dust off Tamlin's sleeve. Part of me admired the sheer nerve it must have taken. Had Tamlin's teeth been inches from my throat, I would have bleated in panic. Rhys cut a glance at me. "No, you wouldn't have. As far as your memory serves me, the last time Tamlin's teeth were near your throat, you slapped him across the face." I snapped up my forgotten shields, scowling."
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They both turned, giving Rowan Whitethorn horrifyingly innocent smiles. The Fae Prince, to his credit, only winced after they looked away again. Elide
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I could barely look at him without wanting to combust
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Sprawled across the top like a snake lay a familiar necklace of diamonds and rubies. I'd seen it before--in Tarquin's trove. "How ... what?" Amren smiled to herself. "Varian sent it to me. To soften Tarquin's declaration of our blood feud." I'd thought the rubies would need to be worn by a mighty female--and could think of no mightier female than the one before me. "Did you and Varian ... ?" "Tempting, but no. The prick can't decide if he h..
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If you're a monster, I'm a monster," he said with a grin broad enough to show off his elongated canines."
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You are a better friend to me, Feyre," he said quietly, "than I ever was to you."
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Maybe. He said, "Does Dorian actually matter, or is he a pawn for Terrasen?" "Don't even start with that." For a moment he thought she was done, but than she spat, "Killing him, Chaol, would be a mercy. Killing him would be a gift." "I can't make the shot," Nesryn said again-a bit more sharply. "Touch him," Chaol said, "and I'll make sure those bastards down there find Aedion." Nesryn silently turned to them, slackening her bow. It was th..
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He'd never realized how precious the calm moments were.
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Not bad," Rhys said, peering over my shoulder. He'd appeared moments before, a healthy distance away, and if I didn't want to startle me. As if he'd known about the time Tamlin had crept up behind me, and panic hit me so hard I'd knocked him on his ass with a punch to his stomach. I'd blocked it put - the shock on Tam's face, how easy it had been to take him off his feet, the humiliation of having my stupid terror so out in the open..."
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Ianthe said smoothly, "Come, Bride, and be joined with your true love. Come, Bride, and let good triumph at last." Good. I was not good. I was nothing, and my soul, my eternal soul, was damned-- I tried to get my traitorous lungs to draw air so I could voice the word. No--no. But I didn't have to say it. Thunder cracked behind me, as if two boulders had been hurled against each other. People screamed, falling back, a few vanishing outright ..
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I supposed that with her stunning beauty, she needed no ornamentation. It would have been like putting jewelry on a lion.
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I would be the greatest fool in the world to let you go alone.
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He needed to sort this out--needed to get her to just at him again, so he could try to explain that he hadn't been prepared. Having her touch the tattoo that told the story of what he'd done and how he'd lost Lyria . . . He hadn't been ready for what he felt in that moment. The desire hadn't been what shook him at all. It was just . . . Aelin had driven him insane these past few weeks, and yet he hadn't considered what it would be like to..
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pg401
rowan-whitethorn
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My wings," the faerie whispered. "You'll get them back." The Faerie struggled to open his eyes. "You swear?" "Yes," I breathed. The faerie managed a slight smile and closed his eyes again. My mouth trembled. I wished for something else to say, something more to offer him than my empty promises. The first false vow I'd ever sworn. But Tamlin began speaking, and I glanced up to see him take the faerie's other hand. "Cauldron save you," he sai..
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feyre
tamlin
faeries
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I would never have learned that light can be found in even the darkest of hells. That kindness can thrive even amongst the cruelty.
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Kaltain flowed into the room, spreading her arms wide, and became shadowfire, became freedom and triumph, became a promise hissed in a dungeon beneath a glass castle:
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pg602
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The gasping-fish look is a good one for you,
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It'd make a good back-scratcher.
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If you're going to have a pissing contest, can you at least do it on the roof?
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humor
aelin
rowan
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Remind me tomorrow to tell you how charming you are.
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queen-of-shadows
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She didn't fear the night, though she found little comfort in its dark hours. It was the time when she slept, the time when she stalked and killed, the time when the stars emerged with glittering beauty and made her feel wonderfully small and insignificant.
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fantasy
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e233fb8
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Her people. Her people, waiting for ten years, but no longer.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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A half-wild beast, Nesta had once called me. It was an effort to not take his hand, to not reach out to him and tell him that I understood.
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tamlin
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It gave him hope--hope that he had not lost his soul in the act of killing, hope that humanity could still be found, and honor could be regained . . .
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Though I think the real question is, who would have guessed that the solemn Captain of the Guard could be so passionate?" She lay down beside Celaena, also smiling. "I'm happy for you, my friend."Celaena smiled back. "I think ... I think I'm happy for me, too." And she was. For the first time in years, she was truly happy. The feeling curled around every thought, a tendril of hope that grew with each breath. She was afraid to look at it for..
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The prince then glanced at Chaol and chuckled. "And here I was, thinking that all the ladies were out so early for Roland and me. When all of them catch a vicious cold, I'll let their fathers know that you're to blame." Chaol's cheeks colored ever so slightly. So he wasn't so ignorant of this morning audience as he led her to believe."
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Cauldron save me," she began whispering, her voice lovely and even-like music. "Mother hold me," she went on, reciting a prayer similar to one I'd heard once before, when Tamlin eased the passing of that lesser faerie who'd died in the foyer. Another of Amarantha's victims. "Guide me to you." I was unable to raise my dagger, unable to take the step that would close the distance between us. "Let me pass through the gates; let me smell that i..
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Sarah J. Maas |
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d037aaa
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You're not moving your body the correct way, Here, just let me show you.
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moves
tricks
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Sarah J. Maas |
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a81d0ec
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But he was a filthy pirate. They were Arobynn Hamel's assassin-educated, wealthy, refined. Slavery was beneath them.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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f31dcdb
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It was a voice she had heard before, deep and raspy. It made her bones crack and splinter, made her feel the astonishing cold of a winter long since passed.
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fear
throne-of-glass
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If he wanted to break her curse, he need only find a human girl willing to marry him. But not any girl--a human with ice in her heart, with hatred for our kind. A human girl willing to kill a faerie.
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Something wild and foreign issued a cry within her, shattering through the pain in her head, and thoughts of poppies and cages faded away. She must do what was necessary to save the crown - and her future.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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I'm not sure I can give my entire heart to him that way. 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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azriel
moriel
mor
sarah-j-maas
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Tell me what to do," he said. "Tell me what to do to help you." Rhys kept the plate beyond reach. He spoke again, and as if the words tumbling out loosened his grip on his power, talons of smoke curled over his fingers and great wings of shadow spread from his back. "Months and months, and you're still a ghost. Does no one there ask what the hell is happening? Does your High Lord simply not care?" He did care. Tamlin did care. Perhaps too..
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feyrhys
feysand
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Sarah J. Maas |
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e7761a2
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Not quite daring to believe she wasn't still asleep, Aelin walked toward that rock, whispering the Song of Thanks to Mala Fire-Bringer for leading her to this place, this moment. Aelin ran her hand over the rough rock, and the sun-warmed stone tingled as if in greeting. Then she stepped beyond the stone. And at long last, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius was home.
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finally-home
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Sarah J. Maas |
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ea9b59e
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Lysandra gazed at the ring, then lifted her eyes to Aelin's face-- and threw her arms around her neck, squeezing tight. She took that as a yes.
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