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They had survived, when so many had not. And no one else could understand what it was like to bear it, unless they had lost as much.
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A storm is coming. A great storm.
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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. He was staring up at her, his green eyes full of the words he knew he didn't have to say. "
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rowan-whitethorn
queen-of-shadows
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Remember that we have something to fight for, and it will always triumph.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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What you did for me, Chaol," she tried again. "Not even with Cain, but when you--" "I have to go," he interrupted, and half turned away. "Chaol," she said, grabbing his hand and whirling him to face her. She only saw the haunted gleam in his eyes before she threw her arms around his neck and held him tightly. He straightened, but she crushed her body into his, even though it still aggravated her wounds to do so. Then, after a moment, his ar..
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And far away, across the snow-covered mountains, on a barren plain before the ruins of a once-great city, a flower began to bloom
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You didn't tell me this would happen." "You didn't ask. So how am I to blame?"
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freyre
rhysand
rhys
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Two black boots came into view, then a pair of knees as someone crouched on the edge of the ring. "Get up," Chaol whispered. She couldn't bring herself to look him in the face. It was over.(...) "Get up," Chaol said again, louder. She could only stare at the white line of chalk that marked the ring.(...) "Celaena," Chaol said gently. And then she heard the scraping noise as his hand came into view, sliding across the flagstones. His fingert..
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Because I wouldn't want to die alone," I said, and my voice wobbled as I looked at Tamlin again, forcing myself to meet his stare. "Because I'd want someone to hold my hand until the end, and awhile after that. That's something everyone deserves, human or faerie."
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tamilin
feyre
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She was still on the fall down. There was no getting up, because there was no bottom.
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He removed her hand from his cheek to kiss the tips of her fingers. "I get scared, too," he murmured onto her skin. "You want to hear something ridiculous? 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 was her turn to raise her brows. "And that actually works?" He laughed onto her fingers. "Sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn't. But it usually mak..
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sam-cortland
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Because hers was not a story of darkness.
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When you lick me," he said roughly, "I want to be alone--far away from everyone. Because when you lick me, Feyre," he said, pressing nipping kisses to my jaw, my neck, "I'm going to let myself roar loud enough to bring down a mountain." --
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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.
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Nesta looked at the king with death twining around his hands, then down at Cassian. And covered Cassian's body with her own. Cassian went still - then his hand slid over her back. Together. They'd go together.
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cassian
nesta
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She stared at the castle unflinchingly, her form silhouetted against the blazing brightness that sat on the edge of the Avery River. Clouds gathered above them and she raised her head. Through a clearing in the swirling mass, a cluster of stars could be seen. He couldn't help thinking that they gazed down at her... The image haunted his dreams throughout the night: a lovely girl gazing at the stars, and the stars who gazed back
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throne-of-glass
sarah-j-maas
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When we die," she said, "I don't think the gods will even know what to do with us."
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I had done everything - everything for that love. I had ripped myself to shreds, I had killed innocents and debased myself, and he had sat beside Amarantha on that throne. And he couldn't do anything, hadn't risked it - hadn't risked being caught until there was only one night left, and all he'd wanted to do wasn't free me, but fuck me. And when Amarantha had broken me, when she had snapped my bones and made my blood boil in its veins, he'd..
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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 walked away without another word. With each step she took back to her room, that flickering light inside of her guttered. And went out.
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I am yours, and you are mine.
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She was a wolf. She was death, devourer of the worlds.
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kaltain
shadowfire
wolf
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I love you," he repeated, shaking her again. "I have for years. And he hurt you and made me watch because he's always know how I felt, too. But if I asked you to pick, you'd choose Arobynn, and I. Can't. Take. It."
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sam-cortland
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Sarah J. Maas |
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There was no force in any world that could keep her contained.
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She was not afraid. She would remake the world - remake it for them, those she had loved with this glorious, burning heart; a world so brilliant and prosperous that when she saw them again in the Afterworld, she would not be ashamed. She would build it for her people, who had survived this long, and whom she would not abandon. She would make them a kingdom such as there never had been, even if it took until her last breath.
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A snap of Rhys's fingers, and my nightclothes--and some flimsy underthings--appeared on the bed. "I couldn't decide which scrap of lace I wanted you to wear, so I brought you a few to choose from." "Pig," I barked"
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funny
rhysand
flirting
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Everything I love has always had a tendency to be taken from me. I tell very few about the wings. Or the flying.
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You always wear that necklace," he said. "Is it another gift?" Though she wore gloves, he glanced at her hand - where the amethyst ring always sat - and the spark died from his eyes. "No." She covered the amulet with her hand. "I found it in my jewellery box and liked the look of it, you insufferably territorial man."
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dorian
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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 Goldryn burned brighter. 'I am a god.
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koa
throne-of-glass
sarah-j-maas
tog
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Tell me that even if I lead us all to ruin, we'll burn in hell together.' 'We're not going to hell, Aelin,' he said. 'But wherever we go, we'll go together.
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rowan-whitethorn
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I met those laughing, fierce hazel eyes. Cassian's smile softened. "Hello, Feyre." My throat tightened to the point of pain, and I threw my arms around his neck, embracing him tightly. "I missed you, too," Cassian murmured, squeezing me."
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The girl who'd taken on a Pirate Lord and his entire island, the girl who'd stolen Asterion horses and raced along the beach in the Red Desert, the girl who'd sat on her own rooftop, watching the sun rise over Avery, the girl who'd felt alive with possibility...that girl was gone.
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sarah-j-maas
celaena-sardothien
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She yawned, and Rowan rubbed his eyes, his other hand still in hers. But he didn't let go. And when she awoke before dawn, warm and safe and rested, Rowan was still holding her hand, clasped to his chest.
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There was a poem scribbled at the top of the Ashryver family tree, as though some student had dashed it down as a reminder while studying. Bright blue eyes, ringed with gold. A strangled cry came out of him. How many times had he looked into those eyes? How many times had he seen her avert her gaze, that one bit proof she couldn't hide, from the king? Celaena Sardothien wasn't in league with Aelin Ashryver Galathynius. Celaena Sardothien ..
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To whatever end," he whispered. Silver lined her eyes. "To whatever end." A reminder--and a vow, more sacred than the wedding oaths they'd sworn on that ship. To walk this path together, back from the darkness of the iron coffin. To face what waited in Terrasen, ancient promises to the gods be damned."
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koa
throne-of-glass
sarah-j-maas
tog
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The walls weren't moving, and the room was open - gaping. No colors, but shades of darkness, of night . Only those star-flecked violet eyes were bright, full of color and light. He gave me a lazy smile before he leaned forward. I pulled away, but his hands were like shackles. I could do nothing as his mouth met with my cheek, and he licked away a tear. His tongue was hot against my skin, so startling that I couldn't move as he licked away a..
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stop-crying
freyre
rhysand
sassy
rhys
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Because your human joy fascinates me--the way you experience things, in your life span, so wildly and deeply and all at once, is ... entrancing. I'm drawn to it, even when I know I shouldn't be, even when I try not to be.
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He tugged on the hood, and I savored the shadows and menace and wings. . That's what I'd call the painting. He said softly, "I love it when you look at me like that." The purr in his voice heated my blood. "Like what?" "Like my power isn't something to run from. Like you see me."
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pg466
rhysand
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He gripped her hard, forcing her to meet his eyes as he snarled, "I see you. I see every part of you. And I am not afraid." . A line in the burning brightness. ."
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love
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rowan-whitethorn
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We'd better eat before we raise hell.
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Sarah J. Maas |
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Rhysand merely raised a brow. "I already have everything I want."
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Why don't you get to the point," she drawled. "I want to have a few hours of sleep tonight." Not a lie. With every breath, exhaustion wrapped tighter around her bones. "I would have thought," Arobynn said, "given how close you two were and your abilities, that you'd somehow be able to sense it. Or at least hear of it, considering what he was accused of." The prick was enjoying every second of this. If Dorian was dead or hurt-- "Your cous..
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aelin-galathynius
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And Chaol was afraid, but not for himself. He was afraid of what would come when Aedion and Aelin were reunited. For he'd seen in her that same glittering ember that made people look and listen. Had seen her stalk into the council with Councilor Mullison's head and smile at the King of Adarlan, every man in that room enthralled and petrified by the dark whirlwind of her spirit. The two of them together, both of them lethal, working to build..
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Put a shirt on while you're at it," I quipped. A feline smile. "Does it make you uncomfortable?" "I'm surprised there aren't more mirrors in this house, since you seem to love looking at yourself so much." Azriel launched into a coughing fit. Cassian just turned away, a hand clamped over his mouth. Rhys's lips twitched. "There's the Feyre I adore." I"
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I`m thinking that I was a lonely, hopeless person, and I might have fallen in love with the first thing that showed me a hint of kindness and safety
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