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have been degraded and humiliated in so many ways, for so many years," she said, voice shaking. Not from fear, but from the tidal wave that swept up everything inside her, burning alongside the wound in her leg. "But I have never felt as humiliated as I did when you threw me into the snow. When you called me a lying bitch in front of our friends and allies. Never." She hated the angry tears that stung her eyes. "I was once forced to crawl b..
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When you give your master his letter, also give him this. And tell him that in the Red Desert, we do not abuse our disciples.
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Your fussy nursemaid of a wyvern is fine, by the way. I don't know how you wound up with a sweet thing like that for a mount, but he's content to sprawl in the sun on the foredeck. Can't say it makes the sailors particularly happy - especially cleaning up after him." Find somewhere safe, she'd told Abraxos. Had he somehow found the queen? Somehow known this was the only place she might stand a chance of surviving?"
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She would not go quietly.
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For the first time in a long while, she heard the song of a northern wind, calling her home. And she was not afraid.
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Sand whispered behind him as Lorcan stepped up to his side. "I will go with you. I will help you get her back." Gavriel rasped, "We'll find her." Aedion at last looked away from Lysandra at that. But he said nothing to his father--had said nothing to him at all since they'd landed on the beach. Elide took a limping step closer, her voice as raw as Gavriel's. "Together. We'll go together." Lorcan gave the Lady of Perranth an assessing look t..
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He calls himself the Prince of Merchants... He told me that he's got three daughters who live here. And that he failed them for many years. But he would not fail them this time.
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What's the point in having a heart if you don't use it to spare others from the harsh judgments of your mind?
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I have so many things to deal with that I'm sometimes tempted to unleash my power across the world and wipe the board clean. Just to buy me some damned peace.
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So Chaol brushed away her tears, lifted her chin, and kissed her.
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Given all that had been done to her and all
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You're afraid. Of yourself more than anyone else in the world.
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I think I preferred it when you wanted to kill me." "Sometimes I think so, too."
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She was shaking so badly that she tucked her hands into her pockets and clamped her lips together to lock up the words. But they danced in her skull anyway, around and around. You should have gotten Dorian and Sorscha out the day the king butchered those slaves. Did you learn nothing from Nehemia's death? Did you somehow think you could win with your honor intact, without sacrificing something? You shouldn't have left him; how could you ..
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Well, I'm late for something incredibly important," Lucien said, and before I could call him on his outright lie or beg him to stay, the fox-masked faerie vanished."
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Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Stay the course, but also plot another one. Adapt.
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Murtaugh Allsbrook and his riders spread the news like wildfire. Down every road, over every river, to the north and south and west, through snow and rain and mist, their hooves churning up the dust of each kingdom. And for every town they told, every tavern and secret meeting, more riders went out. More and more, until there was not a road they had not covered, until there was not one soul who did not know that Aelin Galathynius was alive-..
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And the city would have a library, too. A great, wonderful library. Or a bookshop with a knowledgeable owner who could make sure her thirst for books was always sated.
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Centre yourself. Fear will get you killed as easily as a weapon.
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yrene-towers
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If he was truly as old as she suspected, she was likely little more than a speck of dust to him, a fizzle of life in the long-burning fire of his immortality.
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Bastard," she murmured, and kissed him. Her mouth was soft and warm, and he bit back a groan. His body went still--his entire world went still--at that whisper of a kiss, the answer to a question he'd asked for centuries. He realized he was staring only when she withdrew slightly. His fingers tightened at her waist. "Again," he breathed. She slid out of his grip. "If we live through tomorrow, you'll get the rest." He didn't know whether to ..
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She didn't know which one of them moved first, but then Rowan's mouth was on hers, and Aelin gripped his shirt, pulling him closer, claiming him as he claimed her. His arms wrapped tighter around her, but gently--so careful of the wounds that ached. He brushed his tongue against hers, and she opened her mouth to him. Each movement of their lips was a whisper of what was to come once they were both healed, and a promise. The kiss was slow--t..
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Handsome was a light way of describing what Aedion was. Overwhelming was more like it. Towering and heavily muscled, Aedion was every inch the warrior rumor claimed him to be.
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Even before I knew who you were, Aelin, I knew that what you were working toward . . . It was worth it." "What is?" Her throat tightened. "A world where people like me don't have to hide."
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Who do you wish to be? he asked the barely woven tapestry within himself. Let the threads and knots take form, crafting the picture within his mind. Starting small.
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She had often wished for adventure, for old spells and wicked kings. But she hadn't realized it would be like this--a fight for her freedom. And she'd always imagined that there'd be someone to help her--a loyal friend or a one-armed soldier or something. She hadn't imagined she would be so ... alone.
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My name is Wind," she whispered. "And Rain. And Bone and Dust. My name is a snippet of a half-remembered song."
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Wait," I repeated. The darkness vanished, leaving Rhysand in his solid form as he grinned. "Yes?" I raised my chin as high as I could manage. "Just two weeks?" "Just two weeks," he purred, and knelt before me. "Two teensy, tiny weeks with me every month is all I ask." "Why? And what are to ... to be the terms?" I said, fighting past the dizziness. "Ah," he said, adjusting the lapel of his obsidian tunic. "If I told you those things, there'd..
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high-lord
rhysand
feyre
price
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Petrah held up a hand. "I am not finished, Iskra Yellowlegs."
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Would this be her life, then? Wretched people, always looking out for themselves, every kindness coming at a cost? Would her own queen at least gaze at her with warmth in her eyes? Would Aelin even remember her?
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Unmade and Made; Made and Unmade--that is the cycle. Like calls to like.
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And she had married Whitethorn ... so Terrasen could have a king. Perhaps had been spurred into action because she knew Lorcan had already betrayed her, that Maeve was coming ... And Lorcan had not helped her. Whitethorn's wife. His mate. Aelin had let them whip and chain her, had gone willingly with Maeve, so Elide didn't enter Cairn's clutches.
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He lifted the lavender soap to his hair, and she squeaked. "You don't use that in your hair," she hissed, jolting from her perch to reach for one of the many hair tonics lining the little shelf above the bath. "Rose, lemon verbena, or ..." She sniffed the glass bottle. "Jasmine." She squinted down at him.
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All I wanted was to return to - to the people around me. I wanted it badly enough I didn't have room for fear. The worst had happened, and the darkness was calm and quiet. It did not seem like a bad thing to fade into. But I wanted to go home.
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But then she snapped your neck." Tears rolled down his face. "And I felt you die," he whispered.
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I want you to know," I whispered, "that I am broken and healing, but every piece of my heart belongs to you. And I am honored-- to be your mate."
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Maybe it was some shred of courage, or recklessness, or I was so high above everything that no one save Rhys and the wind could hear, but I said, "I'm thinking that I must have been a fool in love to allow myself to be shown so little of the Spring Court. I'm thinking there's a great deal of that territory I was never allowed to see or hear about and maybe I would have lived in ignorance forever like some pet. I'm thinking..." The words bec..
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These beasts, despite their dark master, are capable of love.
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I watched the water swirl away entirely before I twisted my head to look at him. His fingers were gentle, but firm where he'd fisted them in my hair. "You never failed them," I rasped. "I did ... horrible things to ensure that." Those violet eyes near-glowed in the dim light. "So did I." My sweat clung like blood--the blood of those two faeries-- I pivoted, barely turning in time. His other hand stroked long, soothing lines down the curve o..
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Whatever you do," I said quietly, "don't marry Tomas Mandray. His father beats his wife, and none of his sons do anything to stop it." Nesta's eyes widened, but I added, "Bruises are harder to conceal than poverty."
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Will it ever stop?" he mused, more to himself than me as another finger joined the one sliding in and out of me with taunting, indolent strokes. "Wanting you--every hour, every breath. I don't think I can stand a thousand years of this." My hips moved with him, driving him deeper. "Think of how my productivity will plummet."
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I'll try," he breathed. "I'll try to be better. I don't ... I can't control it sometimes. The rage. Today was just ... today was bad. With the Tithe, with all of it. Today--let's forget it, let's just move past it. Please."
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It was during those infinite hours that she would fix her stare on her companion. Not the queen's hunter, who could draw out pain like a musician coaxing a melody from an instrument. But the massive white wolf, chained by invisible bonds. Forced to witness this.
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Celaena knew where she was before she awoke. And she didn't care. She was living the same story again and again. The night she'd been captured, she'd also snapped, and come to killing the person she most wanted to destroy before someone knocked her out and she awoke in a rotting dungeon. She smiled bitterly as she opened her eyes. It was always the same story, the same loss.
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