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Isn't that what all human women wish for? A handsome faerie lord to wed and shower them with riches for the rest of their lives?
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Celaena peered in the mirror--and stopped dead. The somewhat shorter hair was the least of the changes. She was now flushed with color, her eyes bright and clear, and though she'd regained the weight she'd lost during that winter, her face was leaner. A woman--a woman was smiling back at her, beautiful for every scar and imperfection and mark of survival, beautiful for the fact that the smile was real, and she felt it kindle the long-slumbe..
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The Keep was in chaos. Witches and humans were running around, shouting. Magic. Magic was free. Not possible. But she could feel it, even with the collar around her neck and that scar on her arm. The loosing of some great beast inside her. A beast who purred at the shadowfire.
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pg562
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Run. And when you come back..."The king was getting to his feet, but another wave of Dorian's magic slammed into him, knocking him down. There were tears staining Dorian's bloody cheeks now. "When you come back," The prince said, "burn this place to the ground."
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Sarah J. Maas |
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And will you come with me? On this adventure - and all the rest?" Rhys leaned forward and kissed me. "Always."
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She had survived slavery and hatred and despair; she would survive this, too. Because hers was not a story of darkness. So she was not afraid of that crushing black, not with the warrior holding her, not with the courage having one true friend offered - a friend who made living not so awful after all, not if she were with him.
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He was Lord of Nothing. Lord of Oath-Breakers. Lord of Liars.
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throne-of-glass
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I now wondered if the lullaby of death was not a lovely song, but the droning of flies. If flies and maggots were all Death's handmaidens.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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Just because I have money doesn't mean I need to spend it.
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Oh, thank the gods. Now I can talk to someone about clothes without being asked how so-and-so would approve of it, or gobble down a box of chocolates without someone telling me I'd better watch my figure--tell me you like chocolates. You do, right? I remember stealing a box from your room once when you were out killing someone. They were delicious." Aelin waved a hand toward the boxes of goodies on the table. "You brought chocolate--as far ..
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No self-righteous speeches?" "This is war," he said simply. "We're past that sort of thing."
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war
self-righteous
speech
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Ask me to marry you." Elide began crying, even as she laughed. "Will you marry me, LorcanSalvaterre?" He swept her up into his arms, raining kisses over her face. As if some final, chained part of him had been freed. "I'll think about it." Elide laughed, smacking his shoulder. And then laughed again, louder. Lorcan set her down. "What?" Elide's mouth bobbed as she tried to stop her laughing. "It's just ... I'm Lady of Perranth. If you marry..
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This is Velaris," I explained. "The City of Starlight." His throat bobbed. "And you are High Lady of the Night Court." "Indeed she is." My blood stopped at the voice that drawled from behind me. At the scent that hit me, awoke me."
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Anger was better than feeling nothing; because anger and hatred were the long-lasting fuel in the endless dark of my despair. The same way that music had kept me from breaking.
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hatred
dark
darkness
music
breaking
feeling
feel
fury
despair
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But maybe," he said, quietly enough that she looked at him again. He didn't smile, but his eyes were inquisitive. "Maybe we could find the way back together." He would not apologize for today, or yesterday, or for any of it. And she would not ask him to, not now that she understood that in the weeks she had been looking at him it had been like gazing at a reflection. No wonder she had loathed him. "I think," she said, barely more than a whi..
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Manon found herself walking toward the wyvern, and stopped with not five feet between them. "He's mine," Manon said, taking in the scars, the limp, the burning life in those eyes. The witch and the wyvern looked at each other for a moment that lasted for a heartbeat, that lasted for eternity. "You're mine," Manon said to him. The wyvern blinked at her, Titus's blood still dripping from his cracked and broken teeth, and Manon had the feeling..
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Tears shone in Lucien's remaining eye as he raised his hands and removed the fox mask. The brutally scarred face beneath was still handsome--his features sharp and elegant. But my host was looking at Tamlin now, who slowly faced my dead body. Tamlin's still-masked face twisted into something truly lupine as he raised his eyes to the queen and snarled. Fangs lengthened. Amarantha backed away--away from my corpse. She only whispered "Please" ..
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rage
animalistic
emotional-tears
high-fae
high-lord
tamlin
wrath
beast
mask
lucien
fury
kill
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She was a whirlwind of steel and blood. As he watched her cut through the men as though they were stalks of wheat in a field, he understood how she had gotten so close to touching Endovier's wall that day. And at last-after all these months-he saw the lethal predator he'd expected to find in the mines. there was nothing human in her eyes, nothing remotely merciful. It froze his heart.
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Nehemia stared at him for a long moment before nodding. "You have power in you, Prince. More power than you realize." She touched his chest, tracing a symbol there, too, and some of the court ladies gasped. But Nehemia's eyes were locked on his. "It sleeps," she whispered, tapping his heart. "In here. When the time comes, when it awakens, do not be afraid." She removed her hand and gave him a sad smile. "When it is time, I will help you. Wi..
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pg137
nehemia-ytger
power
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There was a scrape and crunch of shoes, then a small, smooth hand slid toward her. But it was not Chaol or Sam or Nehemia who lay across from her, watching her with those sad turquoise eyes. Her cheek against the moss, the young princess she had been--Aelin Galathynius--reached a hand for her. "Get up," she said softly. Celaena shook her head. Aelin strained for her, bridging that rift in the foundation of the world. "Get up." A promise--a ..
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Witches, the townsfolk whispered, husbands wide-eyed and disbelieving as the women took to the skies, red cloaks billowing. Witches amongst us all this time.
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She had a flicker of memory from a time when, just for a moment, she'd been free; when the world had been wide open and she'd been about to enter it with Sam at her side. It was a freedom that she was still working for, because even though she'd tasted it only for a heartbeat, it had been the most exquisite heartbeat she'd ever experienced.
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Aelin smiled, and eternity opened before them, shining and glorious and lovely. "Tell me tomorrow."
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Why don't you just hide in one of those pocket-realms for a bit?" "It doesn't work like that. There's no air there." I gave him a look to say he should definitely do it then, and he laughed."
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feyre
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She was as much a queen as Maeve. She was the sovereign of a strong people and a mighty kingdom. She was the heir of ash and fire, and she would bow to no one.
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He smiled for a heartbeat longer. I had never seen anyone so handsome-and never had so many warning bells pealed in my head because of it.
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rhysand
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My name is Sam Cortland ... and I will not be afraid. I've been doing it for years.
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He'd seen the look on her face when Archer had mentioned Sam. He'd heard of Sam Cortland's death in passing. He'd never known that Celaena and Sam had crossed paths, that Celaena had ever ... ever loved that fiercely. On the night she was captured, she hadn't been out to collect cold coin for a contract--no, she'd gone into that house to get revenge for the sort of loss he couldn't begin to imagine.
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Dorian nodded his thanks. "The first time you met Aelin, did you know...?" A snort. "No. Gods, no. We wanted to kill each other." The amusement flickered. "She was... in a very dark place. We both were. But we led each other out of it. Found a way-- together." For a heartbeat, Dorian could only stare. As if reading his mind, Rowan said, "You'll find your way, too, Dorian. You'll find your way out."
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Aelin swiped up the emeralds in a hand, picking them over as she glanced at Rowan beneath her lashes. "She must be a rare, staggering beauty to make you so faithful." Gods save them all. He could have sworn Fenrys coughed behind him. Aelin chucked the emeralds into the metal dish as if they were bits of copper, their plunking the only sound. "She must be clever" - - "and fascinating" - - "and very, talented." went the emeralds. She ..
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Does your blood run blue or red? You decide. If it runs blue, it turns out I have jurisdiction over you. Little shits like Vernon can't do as they will to my kind-not without my permission. If your blood runs red ... Well, I don't particularly care about humans, and seeing what Vernon does with you might be entertaining.
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manon-blackbeak
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Sarah J. Maas |
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I am Celaena Sardothien and I will not be afraid.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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She'd awoken that morning feeling . . . clear. The grief and pain were still there, writhing inside her, but for the first time in a long while, she felt as though she could see. As though she could breathe.
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pg336
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Rolfe's eyes narrowed to slits. "Why?" "You'll have to clarify that." He took a breath. "Why go to so much trouble for slaves?" "Because if we don't fight for them, who will?" She pulled a fountain pen from her pocket. "Sign the papers." Rolfe raised an eyebrow. "And how will you know that I'm holding true to my word?" She removed the dagger from his throat, using the blade to brush back a strand of his dark hair. "I have my sources. And if..
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Darrow shook his head. "Why?" Not about her magic being whittled to nothing. But why she had gone to face them, with little more than embers in her veins. "Terrasen is my home," Aelin said. It was the only answer in her heart. Darrow smiled--just a bit. "So it is." He bowed his head. Then his body. "Welcome," he said, then added as he rose, "Your Majesty." But Aelin looked to Evangeline, the girl still beaming. Win me back my kingdom, Evang..
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Rattle the stars
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Elide's mouth bobbed as she tried to stop her laughing. "It's just ... I'm Lady of Perranth. If you marry me, you will take my family name." He blinked. Elide laughed again. "Lord Lorcan Lochan?" It sounded just as ridiculous coming out. Lorcan blinked at her, then howled. She'd never heard such a joyous sound."
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The first snow of winter had begun whipping through Velaris an hour earlier.
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You're not going to believe me," Aelin went on. "What I've just said, you're not going to believe me. I know it--and that's fine. I don't expect you to. When you're ready, I'll be here." "You're the Queen of Terrasen. You can't be." "Says who? We are the masters of our own fates-- decide how to go forward." She squeezed his hand. "You're my friend, Dorian."
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dorian-havilliard
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Sarah J. Maas |
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Shining brighter than the snow outside, Aelin lifted her chin and began her final walk home.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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In that cocoon of darkness, she bided her time, letting him think her gone, letting them do what they wanted to the mortal shell around her. It was in that cocoon where the shadowfire began to flicker, fueling her, feeding her. Long ago, when she was small and clean, flames of gold had crackled at her fingers, secret and hidden. Then they vanished, as all good things had vanished.
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kaltain-rompier
pg442
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That I might always be a little bit vicious and restless. That I might crave peace, but never a cage of comfort.
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One of them has to break," the queen said to the princess. "Only then can it begin." "I know," the princess said softly. "But the prince isn't ready. It has to be her." "Then you understand what I am asking of you?" The princess looked up, toward the shaft of moonlight spilling into the tomb. When she looked back at the ancient queen, her eyes were bright. "Yes." "Then do what needs to be done." The princess nodded and walked out of the tom..
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elena
nehemia-s-death
nehemia-ytger
foreshadowing
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Sarah J. Maas |
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She first screamed at the ball, then took the cue in her hands and bit down upon the shaft, still screaming through her clamped teeth.
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Sarah J. Maas |