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Some party," the stranger whispered in her ear. She twisted to see sapphire eyes gleaming at her. "Are you from Melisande?"
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Red exploded in my vision, and I couldn't breathe fast enough, couldn't think above the roar in my head. One heartbeat, I was staring after him--the next, I had my shoe in a hand.
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With that, the stranger stepped from the mist. She had two long daggers in her hands. And both blades were dark with dripping blood.
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Aedion nocked an arrow into his bow, arm straining as he pulled back the string. As one, the army gathered on the city walls did the same. "Let's make this a fight worthy of a song," Aedion said."
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It was a message to the world. Aelin was a warrior, able to fight with blade or magic. And she was done with hiding.
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They were refugees: unwanted and without any rights. Without any voice.
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Andras was looking for a cure,
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It's a good thing while you have superior hearing, I possess superior abilities to keep my mouth shut.
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So unaware of the true extent of how broken and dark I was inside. How unfit I was to be clothed in white when my hands were so filthy.
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Now that we've settled that," Rhys drawled from behind me, "can we please eat? I'm famished." Amren opened her mouth with a wry smile, but he added, "Do not say what you were going to say, Amren." Rhys gave Cassian a sharp look. Both of them were still bruised--but healing fast. "Unless you want to have it out on the roof." Amren clicked her tongue and instead jerked her chin at me. "I heard you grew fangs in the forest and killed some Hybe..
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Celaena pulled another book toward her and grinned. It was as if someone had read her mind. It was a large black volume entitled The Walking Dead in tarnished silver letters. Thankfully, the captain didn't see the title before she opened it.
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If it won't respond to humans, then it will have to be killed," Dorian said offhandedly, and a spark went through Celaena. "Kill it? Kill it? For what reason? What did it do to you?"
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Kaltain unleashed the last of her shadowfire, tipping her face to the ceiling, toward a sky she'd never see again. She took every wall and every column. As she brought it all crashing and crumbling around them, Kaltain smiled, and at last burned herself into ash on a phantom wind.
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sacrifice
pg602
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Such a great shift in the world in those initial centuries, so many working to move past war, to heal, that the wall ... the wall became permanent. The wall became legend.
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This beast was not a man, not a lesser faerie. He was one of the High Fae, one of their ruling nobility: beautiful, lethal, and merciless.
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Estas pensando en volver a morder el taco? Porque en ese caso me gustaria llamar al pintor de la corte para recordar siempre esa imagen.
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What is that bruise?" Lucien demanded. I pointed with my fork to Tamlin. "Ask him. He did it." Lucien looked from Tamlin to me and then back again. "Why does Feyre have a bruise on her neck from you?" he asked with no small amount of amusement. "I bit her," Tamlin said, not pausing as he cut his steak"
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The smallest of them was sprawled on his belly, face buried in a mound of wildflowers.
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It would take time, he knew--for it to stop hurting, to let go. But the pain wouldn't last forever.
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Where are you going?" He looked over his shoulder at me. "If I stay, you won't get any sleep." "Stay," I said. "I promise to keep my hands to myself." Lie--such an outright lie. He gave me a half smile that told me he knew it, too, but nestled down, tugging me into his arms. I wrapped an arm around his waist and rested my head in the hollow of his shoulder. He idly stroked my hair. I didn't want to sleep--didn't want to lose a minute with h..
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tamlin
intimate
stay
touching
hold
goodbye
lie
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I've never seen anyone move like she did," Chaol breathed. "I've never seen anyone run that fast. Dorian, it was like..." Chaol shook his head. "I found a horse within of her taking off, and she outran me. Who can do that?" Dorian might have dismissed it as a warped sense of time due to fear and grief, but he'd had coursing through his veins only moments ago."
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chaol-westfall
pg239
nehemia-s-death
dorian-havilliard
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Immortal strength--more a curse than a gift. I'd dented and folded every piece of silverware I'd touched for three days upon returning here, had tripped over my longer, faster legs so often that Alis had removed any irreplaceable valuables from my rooms (she'd been particularly grumpy about me knocking over a table with an eight-hundred-year-old vase), and had shattered not one, not two, but five glass doors merely by accidentally closing t..
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Tall, broad-shouldered, every inch of him seemingly corded with muscle, he was a male blooded with power. He paused in a dusty shaft of sunlight, his silver hair gleaming. As if his delicately pointed ears and slightly elongated canines weren't enough to scare the living shit out of everyone in that alley, including the now-whimpering madwoman behind Celaena, a wicked-looking tattoo was etched down the left side of his harsh face, the whorl..
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Farran is a monster," Sam said, not looking at her. "You said so yourself. And if anything goes wrong, the last place I want you to be is in his hands."
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Now, I'd replied, I don't know what I want. I can't paint anymore. Why? Because that part of me is empty.
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I ignored the offer. Agreeing to do anything with him felt too permanent, too accepting of the bargain between us. "What do you want with me? You said you'd tell me here. So tell me." Rhys leaned back in his chair, folding powerful arms that even the fine clothes couldn't hide. "For this week? I want you to learn how to read."
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At least you've already learned one lesson." When she cocked her head, he said, "The people you love are just weapons that will be used against you."
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I would be quiet and enduring and as faceted as the night. That I would have beauty, for those who knew where to look, and if people didn't bother to look, but to only fear it ... Then I didn't particularly care for them, anyway. I wonder if, even in my despair and hopelessness, I was never truly alone. I wonder if I was looking for this place--looking for you all.
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There was so much blood. It had spread to where Lorcan was kneeling, gleaming bright as it soaked into the sand. It covered her shirt, discarded and forgotten beside him. It even speckled the scabbards of her swords and knives, littered around him like bones. What Maeve had done ... What Aelin had done ... There was a hole in his chest. And there was so much blood. Wings
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I promise they are not dull, for I am not one inclined to sit through pages of nonsense and bloated speech, though perhaps you enjoy works and authors who think very highly of themselves.
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Lorcan rose to his feet, swaying again. But Elide was there. And there was nothing of the young woman he'd come to know in her pale, taut face. Nothing of her in the raw voice as Elide said to Lorcan, "I hope you spend the rest of your miserable, immortal life suffering. I hope you spend it alone. I hope you live with regret and guilt in your heart and never find a way to endure it." Then"
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Abraxos lowered himself to the ground, stretching out his neck until his head rested on the hay not ten feet from Elide. Those giant black eyes stared up at her, almost doglike.
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She reached into the pocket of her riding leathers and extended the Amulet of Orynth and a sliver of black stone to Dorian. He balked. "Elena said Mala's bloodline can stop this. It runs in both your houses." The golden eyes were weary--heavy. He realized what Manon was asking. Aelin had never planned to see Terrasen again. She had married Rowan knowing she would have months at best, days at the worst, with him. But she would give Terrasen ..
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hope, even when the world tells you to despair.
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There was a faint ringing in her ears that turned into a roar. And beneath it, a sudden wave of numbness, a too-familiar lack of sight or sound or feeling. She didn't know why it happened, because she had been so dead set on hating him, but . . . it would have been nice, she supposed. It would have been nice to have one person who knew the absolute truth about her--and didn't hate her for it. It would have been really, really nice. She walk..
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depression
pg276
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I was told to keep my mouth shut," Manon said. Her grandmother's eyes flashed. "Unless you'd prefer I get on my knees and grovel."
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Only once, at the city that had forged and broken and sheltered his queen. Her
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The rest of the world quieted into nothing. In that moment, after ten long years, Celaena looked at Chaol and realized she was home.
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Aelin grinned right back at him, flicking her wrists and sending the blades shooting out of her suit. "Hello, gorgeous." Then she was upon them, slicing and twirling and ducking."
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What we think to be our greatest weakness can sometimes be our biggest strength. The most unlikely person can alter the course of history.
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They'll be at it for a while," Mor said, leaning against the threshold of the house. She held open the door. "Welcome to the family, Feyre." And I thought those might have been the most beautiful words I'd ever heard."
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family
mor
sarah-j-maas
feyre
morrigan
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Endovier?" It was a fool's plea. Slowly, so slowly, Rowan shook his head. "Once he got word of the uprising in Eyllwe, the King of Adarlan sent two other legions north. None were spared in Endovier." She did not see Rowan's face when he gripped her arms as if he could keep her from falling into the abyss. No, all she could see were the slaves she'd left behind, the ashy mountains and those mass graves they dug every day, the faces of her pe..
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Sarah J. Maas |
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The darkness belongs to you. To shape as you will. To give it power or render it harmless.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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I'm not sure if I want it to go back to the way it was before," she admitted. "And I think... I think that's what scares me the most."
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sj-maas
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the-assassin-and-the-desert
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