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And then finally, Aelin sat upon her throne. It weighed on her, nestled against her bones, that new burden. No longer an assassin. No longer a rogue princess. 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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Whatever you had to do to survive, whatever you did from spite or rage or selfishness... I don't give a damn. You're here - and you're perfect. You always were and you always will be.
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aelin-ashryver-galahynius
queen-of-shadows
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He sighed and grabbed my left arm, examining the tattoo. "What were you thinking? Didn't you know I'd come as soon as I could?" I yanked my arm from him. "I was dying! I had a fever--I was barely able to keep conscious! How was I supposed to know you'd come? That you even understood how quickly humans can die of that sort of thing? You told me you hesitated that time with the naga." "I swore an oath to Tamlin--" "I had no other choice! You ..
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risk
rhysand
feyre
tamlin
lucien
hurt
help
oath
name
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Then, like a shimmering disk too rich and clear to be described, the sun slipped over the horizon and lined everything with gold. It was like seeing the world being born, and we were the sole witnesses.
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brutally-beautiful
sarahjmaas
retelling
sky
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The King of Adarlan is dead," Manon said. The world stopped. "Aelin Galathynius killed him and shattered his glass castle." Elide covered her mouth with a hand, shaking her head. Aelin... Aelin... "She was aided," Manon went on, "by Prince Aedion Ashryver." Elide began sobbing. "And rumor has it Lord Ren Allsbrook is working in the North as a rebel." Elide buried her face in her hands. Then there was a hard, iron-tipped hand on her shoulder..
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Aelin's hand wavered slightly over his wound. "What's your shield made of, then?" Fenrys tried and failed to shrug. But Gavriel muttered from where he worked on the still-whimpering pirate, "Arrogance." Aelin snorted, but didn't dare take her eyes off Fenrys's injury as she said, "So you do have sense of humor, Gavriel." The Lion of Doranelle gave a wary smile over his shoulder. The rare-sighted, restrained twin to Aedion's own flashing gr..
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fenrys
aelin-ashryver-galathynius
gavriel
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She had once believed that she'd been born to be a queen. She had since learned that she'd been born to be a wolf.
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pg442
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We get to come back," Aelin said, pushing her hand harder and harder into her wound until the blood stopped, until it was only her tears that flowed. "Dorian, from this loss--from this darkness. We get to come back, and I came back for you." She was weeping now, weeping as that wind faded away and her wound knitted closed. The prince's daggers had gone slack in his hands. And on his finger, Athril's golden ring glowed. "Fight it," she pan..
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pg563
dorian-havilliard
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b39168c
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It's a rare person to face who they truly are and not run from it -- not be broken by it. That's what the Ouroboros shows all who look into it: who they are, every despicable and unholy inch. Some gaze upon it and don't even realize that the horror they're seeing is *them* -- even as the terror of it drives them mad. Some swagger in and are shattered by the small, sorry creature they find instead. But you...Yes, rare indeed.
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And I wondered if my face had appeared like that--the day I'd first seen Velaris. The mix of awe and anger and the realization that the world was large, and beautiful, and sometimes so overwhelming in its wonder that it was impossible to drink it down all at once.
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And then they appeared. Along the edge of the foothills. A line of golden-armored warriors, foot soldiers and cavalry alike. More and more and more, a great line spreading across the crest of the final hill. Filling the skies, stretching into the horizon, flew mighty, armored birds with riders. Ruks. And before them all, sword raised to the sky as that horn blew one last time, the ruby in the blade's pommel smoldering like a small sun ... B..
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And what's wrong with headstrong girls?" she pressed. "Other than the fact that they're not wooden-headed ninnies who can only open their mouths to give orders and gossip?"
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One blink for yes. Two for no. Three for Are you all right? Four for I am here, I am with you. Five for This is real, you are awake.
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fenrys-moonbeam
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While Aelin threw herself at the rungs lining the catapult's wheeled base, and began pushing. Turning it. Away from Orynth, from the castle. Precisely as Aelin had told him Sam Cortland had done in Skull's Bay, the catapult's mechanisms allowed her to rotate its base.
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My eyes burned, and I blinked as I faced the books. "And I suppose," I said with an effort at lightness, "That it's a miracle I can actually read these things." Rhys's answering smile was lovely - and just a bit wicked. "I believe my little lessons helped." "Yes, 'Rhys is the greatest lover a female can hope for' is undoubtedly how I learned to read." "I was only trying to tell you what you now know."
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And as High Lady?" Cassian loosed a rough breath. "As High Lady, you are mine. And Azriel's, and Mor's and Amren's. You belong to all of us, and we belong to you. We would not have ... put you in so much danger."
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A queen--a queen who bowed to no one, a queen who had faced them all down and triumphed. A queen who owned her body, her life, her destiny, and never apologized for it.
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confident
morrifan
mor
independent
queen
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Bring our people home, Manon.
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The water gripped her ankles with phantom hands, tugging her down. So she twisted, wrenching her arm free from the guard who held it. And so she pointed. One finger - at the king. Down down down that water wanted to pull her. But Nesta Archeron still pointed at the King of Hybern. A death-promise. A target marked. Hands shoved her into the water's awaiting claws. And Nesta Archeron laughed at the fear that crept into the king's eyes. Just b..
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nesta-archeron
nesta
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5f05c90
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And I knew that if ... that if I had been wasting away and Rhys had done nothing to stop it, Cassian or Azriel would have pulled me out. They would have taken me somewhere--wherever I needed to be--and dealt with Rhys later. But Rhys ... Rhys would never have not seen what was happening to me; would never have been so misguided and arrogant and self-absorbed. He'd known what Ianthe was from the moment he met her. And he'd understood what it..
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Aedion hadn't dared tell the shifter that he often counted the minutes until she returned, that his chest always felt unbearably tight until he spotted whatever winged or finned form she wore returning to them.
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lysandra
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In silence, they stared. Bells began pealing; people shouted. Not with fear. But in wonder. A hand rising to her mouth, Aelin scanned the broad sweep of the world. The mountain wind brushed away her tears, carrying with it a song, ancient and lovely. From the very heart of Oakwald. The very heart of the earth. Rowan twined his fingers in hers and whispered, awe in every word, "For you, Fireheart. All of it is for you." Aelin wept then. Wept..
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When you spend so long trapped in darkness, Lucien, you find that the darkness begins to stare back.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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ea72928
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Each of us has a beast roaming beneath our skin, roaring to get out.
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rhysand
wings
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b1f1cfb
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You were born on the longest night of the year." His fingers again stroked down my back. Lower. "You were meant to be at my side from the very beginning"
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What's the point in having a mind if you don't use it to make judgments? 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 looked ahead, toward that laugh, that light--and that vision of the future Feyre had shown me, more beautiful than anything I could have ever wished for--anything I had wished for, on those long-ago, solitary nights with only the stars for company. A dream still unanswered--but not forever.
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acotar
acowar
rhysand
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There was a second scream then, from the mountains. From the Blueblood Matron, screaming for her daughter as she plummeted down to the rocks below. The other Bluebloods whirled, but they were too far away, their wyverns too slow to stop that fatal plunge. But Abraxos was not. And Manon didn't know if she gave the command or thought it, but that scream, that mother's scream she'd never heard before, made her lean in. Abraxos dove, a shooting..
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love
pg526
manon-blackbeak
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Sarah J. Maas |
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4cc6ee2
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You can leave if you're just going to insult me." "But I'm so good at it." He flashed one of his grins."
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rhysand
feyre
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Sarah J. Maas |
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2b732ce
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Manon smirked at Lorcan. "Your claim on her, male, is at the very bottom of the list."
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Going somewhere?" Tamlin asked. His voice was not entirely of this world. I suppressed a shudder. "Midnight snack," I said, and I was keenly aware of every movement, every breath I took as I neared him. His bare chest was painted with whorls of dark blue woad, and from the smudges in the paint, I knew exactly where he'd been touched. I tried not to notice that they descended past his muscled midriff. I was about to pass him when he grabbed ..
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moaning
pick
high-lord
feyre
tamlin
intimate
bite
wild
scent
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Sarah J. Maas |
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7f9a329
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The Wing Leader said from behind her, "Do you believe monsters are born, or made?" From what she'd seen today, she would say some creatures were very much born evil. But what Manon was asking ... "I'm not the one who needs to answer that question," Elide said."
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She never had many friends, and the ones she had often disappointed her. Sometimes with devastating consequences, as she'd learned that summer with the Silent Assassins of the Red Desert. After that, she'd sworn never to trust girls again, especially girls with agendas and power of their own. Girls who would do anything to get what they wanted.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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9e39707
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He didn't smile.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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b4a9acb
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Shall I gag you, or are you capable of being silent without my assistance?
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Sarah J. Maas |
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5044adc
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A man used to being obeyed, yes, but a man also inclined to care for others. Look after them. Driven to do it by a compulsion he couldn't leash, couldn't train out of him. Couldn't have broken out of him.
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He took a step back, his wings beating the air like mighty drums. "As long as the people who matter most know the truth, I don't care about the rest. Get some sleep."
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Sarah J. Maas |
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Wincing, Celaena slumped next to Rowan on the bench, and swore viciously at the pain in her leg, her face, her arms. Swore at the pain in the ass sitting right next to her.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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The room behind me was dark. "Thief," intoned a lovely voice in the blackness. "You do know," Ianthe tittered from outside the cottage, her steps slowing into a walk, "that we'll have to kill whoever is inside there with you. Selfish of you, Feyre." I panted, holding the door open, making sure they couldn't see me on the other side. "You have seen my twin," the Weaver hissed softly- with a hint of wonder. "I smell him on you." Outside, Iant..
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weaver
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Sarah J. Maas |
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f7665f7
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And when that night-kissed wind winnowed us away, away into war, away into untold danger ... I prayed that my promise held true.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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bc3ba41
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You light up the darkness.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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b5760e2
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His kissing was slower this time--gentler. The fingertips of his other hand slipped beneath the waist of my undergarment, and I sucked in a breath. He hesitated at the sound, pulling back slightly. But I bit his lip in a silent command that had him growling into my mouth. With one long claw, he shredded through silk and lace, and my undergarment fell away in pieces. The claw retracted, and his kiss deepened as his fingers slid between my le..
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Sarah J. Maas |
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e3fa947
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Before, she would have trailed [him] to seek out the answers. But that was before. Now ... now, she didn't particularly care. It was hard to care... Incredibly hard to care, when you didn't have anyone left to care about.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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a1dd4f3
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Because for Terrasen, for Erilea, Elena would walk into the eternal darkness lurking across the valley to buy them all a chance. Elena sent up a final prayer on a pillar of smoke rising from the valley floor that the unborn, faraway scions of this night, heirs to a burden that would doom or save Erilea, would forgive her for what she was about to do.
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