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She had nothing left to give. After she'd lost Sam and been sent to Endovier, she'd pieced herself back together in the bleakness of the mines. And when she'd come here, she'd been foolish enough to think that Chaol had put the final piece into place. Foolish enough to think, just for a moment, that she could get away with being happy. But death was her curse and gift, and death had been her good friend these long, long years.
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Three mouthfuls. That's all Fenrys took before he laid his head back on the moss and closed his eyes. Rowan couldn't move. None of them moved. Aelin mouthed a short, curt word. Fenrys did not respond. She spoke again, that queen's unfaltering. Live.
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I began to recognize the trees, the rocks. There, I had stood with Rhys-- there, I had flirted with him. There, he had lounged atop a branch while waiting for me.
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We'd better eat before we raise hell." - Aelin Ashrvyer Galathynius"
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eos
raise-hell
empire-of-storms
throne-of-glass
sarah-j-maas
tog
meal
food
eat
hell
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She was drunk, and silly, and so full of the glory of being young and alive and in the capital of the world that she could hardly contain herself.
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My sisters had been living in the House of Wind since they'd arrived in Velaris. They did not leave the palace built into the upper parts of a flat-topped mountain overlooking the city. They did not ask for anything, or anyone. So I would go to them. Lucien was waiting in the sitting room when Rhys and I came downstairs at last, my mate having given the silent order for them to return. Unsurprisingly, Cassian and Azriel were casually seated..
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I braced my hands on my hips, examining the drop, the trees, the lake beyond. "What did I do wrong?" Azriel, who had been sharpening Truth-Teller in his lap, flicked his hazel eyes up to me. "Aside from the tree?"
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I'm sure you already know this, but you need to actually climb into a bath to get clean - not stare at it.
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I said to Lucien, low and quiet and as vicious as the talons that formed at the tips of my fingers, as vicious as the wondrous weight between my shoulder blades, "When you spend so long trapped in darkness, Lucien, you find that the darkness starts to stare back."
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feyre
lucien
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What would you decide?" Darrow's question was quiet, tentative. She considered it. No one had ever asked her such a thing. "I should have very much liked to live at Caraverre," Evangeline admitted. She knew he did not recognize it, but it didn't matter now, did it? "Murtaugh showed me the land--the rivers and mountains right nearby, the forests and hills." An ache throbbed in her chest. "I saw the gardens by the house, and I would have like..
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But now, faced with Ressina's communal studio, already hearing the laughter flitting out from where she and others had gathered for their weekly paint-in, my resolve sputtered out. I don't know if I can do this. Rhys was quiet for a moment. Do you want me to come with you? To paint? I'd be an excellent nude model. I smiled, not caring that I was by myself in the street with countless people streaming past me.
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had no doubt the same would happen in the tavern, and had no doubt Nesta would resent us for ruining her night. At least I could slip inside mostly unnoticed. If both of us went in there, I knew my sister would see it as an attack. So it would be me. Alone. Rhys kissed my brow. "If someone propositions you, tell them we'll both be free in an hour."
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Nehemia was gone. That vibrant, fierce, loving soul; the princess who had been called the Light of Eyllwe; the woman who had been a beacon of hope--just like that, as if she were no more than a wisp of candlelight, she was gone. When it had mattered most Celaena hadn't been there. Nehemia was gone.
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nehemia-s-death
nehemia-ytger
sad
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Whenever I'm scared out of my wits, I tell myself: My name is Sam Cortland ... and I will not be afraid. I've been doing it for years." It"
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He brushed his lips against hers. "I love you," he breathed against her mouth. "And from today onward, I want to never be separated from you. Wherever you go, I go. Even if that means going to Hell itself, wherever you are, that's where I want to be. Forever." Celaena"
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If I offer you the moon on a string, will you give me a kiss, too?" - Lucien Vanserra"
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kiss
moon
lucien-vanserra
sarah-j-maas
acotar
lucien
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A strange, ever-changing female scent hit him, and Aedion found Lysandra leaning against the hallway door. Tears gleamed in her eyes even as she smiled. She gazed at the closed bedroom door, as if she could still see the prince and queen inside. "That," she said, more to herself than to him. "That is what I am going to find one day." "A gorgeous Fae warrior?" Aedion said, shifting a bit. Lysandra chuckled, wiping away her tears, and gave hi..
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And just because she could, just because they were headed to Terrasen at last, Aelin unleashed a flicker of her power. Some of the standard-bearers behind them murmured in surprise, but Rowan only smiled. Smiled with that fierce hope, that brutal determination that flared in her own heart, as she began to burn. She let the flame encompass her, a golden glow that she knew could be spied even from the farthest lines of the army, from the city..
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Her Second, her cousin, her friend, smiled, eyes bright as stars. "Live, Manon." Manon blinked. Asterin smiled wider, kissed Manon's brow, and whispered again, "
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We hit the sweeping marble stairs to the front doors of the manor. And so Tamlin unwittingly led the High Lady of the Night Court into the heart of his territory.
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She glanced sideways at her companion, who had peeled off his outer layers of clothing to reveal the sweat-drenched shirt clinging to his body. They rounded a hedge, and Calaena rolled her eyes when she saw what waited on the path ahead. Every morning, more and more ladies found excuses to be walking through the gardens just after dawn. At first, it had just been a few young women who'd taken one look at Chaol and his sweaty, clingy clothe..
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His answering smile evoked silken sheets and jasmine-scented breezes at midnight.
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If she could keep breathing, she wouldn't fall apart.
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celaena-sardothien
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He had leapt from the cliff. He could only wait for the net.
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throne-of-glass
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Flinging it out with his magic, his soul, his cracked heart. Searching for her. Fight it, he willed her, sending the words down the bond--the mating bond, which perhaps had settled into place that first moment they'd become carranam, hidden beneath flame and ice and hope for a better future. Fight her. I am coming for you. Even if it takes me a thousand years. I will find you, I will find you, I will find you. Only
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Supongo que si vamos a morir, mas vale que sea por una causa noble
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Some would say it's unwise to insult a Fae in his home," Tamlin ground out. "Some would say you should be grateful for me finding you before another one of my kind came to claim the debt, for sparing your life and then offering you the chance to live in comfort."
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You were always too good for here Feyre. Too good for us, too good for everyone.' He squeezed my hand. 'If you ever escape, ever convince them that you've paid the debt, don't return.
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There had once been a time when I'd dreaded the end of summer, had prayed it would hold out for as long as possible. Now the thought of endless warmth and sun made me . . . bored. Restless.
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feyre
summer
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Dance, Feyre,
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acotar
tamlin
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Gods, the females in his court ate more than he did. He supposed magic burned through their energies so fast it was a miracle they weren't constantly biting his head off.
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Because if I free Eyllwe and destroy the king as Celaena, I can go anywhere after that. The crown ... my crown is just another set of shackles.
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Despite herself, despite what she'd done, she decided she wanted Rowan to call her milady at least once every day.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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We come to honor a friend.
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Lysandra said softly, "I will not apologize to you. I serve her. And I am willing to spend the rest of my life pretending to be her so that her sacrifice isn't in vain--" "You"
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She would tuck Sam into her heart, a bright light for her to take out whenever things were darkest. And then she would remember how it had felt to be loved, when the world had held nothing but possibility. No matter what they did to her, they could never take that away.
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Vain until the bitter end.
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They'd walked this dark path together back to the light. He would not let the road end here.
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That was fine--fair enough. We owed each other nothing beyond our promises to work and fight together. He could still be my friend. Companion--whatever this thing was between us. His taking someone to his bed didn't change those things. It'd just been a relief to think that for a moment, he might have been as lonely as me.
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Witchling. Elide stared after her. She had likely just made the biggest mistake of her life, but ... it was strange. Strange, that feeling of belonging.
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Chaol took a shuddering breath. "What did Aelin promise you?" Hasar smiled to herself. "A better world."
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To the stars who listen - and the dreams that are answered.
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fantasy-young-adult
romance
fantasy-romance
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A sliver of island in the heart of a mist-veiled river, little more than a smooth slab of rock amid the rapids and falls. That's where they'd put her. Stored her. In a stone temple built for some forgotten god.
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I hope you are entertained by your prattling idiocy." "Eternally so," Aelin said with a mocking bow. "I suppose I'll be more entertained when I wipe you from the face of the earth." She sighed skyward. "Gods above, what a sight that will be." Maeve extended a hand before her, darkness swirling in her cupped palm. "There are no gods left to watch, I'm afraid. And there are no gods left to help you now, Aelin Galathynius." Aelin smiled, and G..
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