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So I'm your huntress and thief?" His hands slid down to cup the backs of my knees as he said with a roguish grin, "You are my salvation, Feyre.

It had been love, and I'd meant it-the happiness, the lust, the peace... I'd felt all of those things. Once.

A life for a life
but what if the life offered as payment meant losing three others?

Aelin of the wildfire.

But perhaps the monsters needed to look out for each other every now and then.

I was told to come to this temple. I found it occupied. So I unoccupied it. You're welcome.

We were children then. We are allowed to make mistakes, to figure out who we wish to be.

Some party," the stranger whispered in her ear. She twisted to see sapphire eyes gleaming at her. "Are you from Melisande?

Elegant, feminine, and utterly wild. Warm, and steadfast - unbreakable, his queen.

I am Celaena Sadorthien and I will not be afraid

I claim you, Rowan Whitethorn. I don't care what you say and how much you protest. I claim you as my friend.

They joined hands.
So the world ended.
And the next one began.

I've always been online and available to my fans.

The queen hadn't even bothered to say good-bye. She'd just dashed for the injured Fae warrior, his name like a prayer on her lips. Rowan.

It should have been me.

Apparently, a woman can only go so long without a sword between her hands.

Do you intend to make me cry, or are you just foolish?

Scattered throughout, dwelling as they wish. Just as you are now free to roam where you wish." "I wish to roam home." Rhys

That I might always be a little bit vicious and restless. That I might crave peace, but never a cage of comfort.

Chaol," he said, looking over his shoulder. Dorian's eyes were frozen, his jaw clenched. "Treat her well.

If I die because of you, I'll beat the shit out of you in hell." She

Azriel would likely love Mor until he was a whisper of darkness between the stars.

I hate women like that. They're so desperate for the attention of men that they'd willingly betray and harm members of their own sex.

In saving Tamlin, I was to damn myself.

I was not prey any longer, I decided as I eased up to that door.
And I was not a mouse.
I was a wolf.

But death was her curse and her gift, and death had been her good friend these long, long years.

You know I'm always happy to tangle in the sheets with you, Amren,

What terrified him even more was that he trusted her. And he didn't know what that said about himself.

Fine. A man - faerie - of few words. I had killed his friend, was an unwanted guest. I wouldn't want to talk to me, either.

My mate. Death incarnate. Night triumphant.

Manon Blackbeak awoke to the sighing of leaves, the distant call of wary birds, and the reek of loam and ancient wood. She

A promise was law; a promise was currency; a promise was your bond.

You look rather pretty today,

But there are some times when words are necessary - when explanations are needed that mere gestures cannot convey.

Religion neither convinced nor moved him.

So the world ended.
And the next one began.
They were infinite.
They were the beginning and the ending; they were eternity.

He values loyalty, cunning, compassion.

I believe you. And I believe in peace. I believe in a better world.

And at long last, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius was home.

She's the Goddess of the Hunt. You might be at a disadvantage.

So she began her death vigil.

Chaol stepped up to the line. "Dance with me," he said, and held out his hand to her.

If they wanted Adarlan's Assassin, they'd get her.
And Wyrd help them when she arrived.

She had been right. Why was she always right, in her own odd way?

She was the heir of fire. She

It was an effort not to peek over her shoulder. Don't you even dare, a voice hissed in her head.

I will bow to no one and nothing but my crown.

It's a rare day indeed when someone thanks you for bringing them to their death.

To escape death, she'd become death.

The girl was alluring. Like wildfire, or a summer storm swept off the Gulf of Oro.

But it was Azriel who said, his voice like cold death, "Be careful how you speak about my High Lady." Surprise

But they wove a tapestry of dreams, all begging for one thing... a better world.

Aelin Galathynius looked at Manon Blackbeak over their crossed swords and let out a low, vicious snarl.

Lysandra snorted. Bringing a wet dog into a covert meeting - very queenly.

My brows now knotted. I read the next two words, then whipped my face toward him. "You look absolutely delicious today, Feyre?! That's what you wrote?

Loyalty is earned, not given.

I stepped out of the shelter of my savior's arm and turned to thank him. Standing before me was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen.

She was fire, she was darkness, she was dust and blood and shadow.

Mesmerizing - the lethal, gentle beauty of the snow.

You can't really like flowers." Again those dark eyes shifted to her. Blinked once. I most certainly do, he seemed to say. She

We held each other in silence for minutes. Hours. Two souls, twining in the dark.

This would be her first ball where she wasn't there to kill someone.

Petrah held up a hand. "I am not finished, Iskra Yellowlegs.

I shut him out. Maybe I'd send a water-dog barking after him later - let it bite him in the ass. I

It might have looked beautiful, had she not known what corruption and filth dwelt within it. And what monstrosity ruled over it all.

This girl wasn't like wildfire - she was wildfire . Deadly and uncontrollable. And slightly out of her wits.

A storm is coming. A great storm.

Why bother when a dramatic entrance is so much more fun?

Nameless is my price.

I'd always thought death would be some sort of peaceful homecoming - a sweet, sad lullaby to usher me into whatever waited afterward.

Fae warriors: invaluable in a fight - and raging pains in her ass at all other times.

She pulled off the ring. So that was what he wanted. I honestly expected something grander.

He stepped around Tamlin as if he were a piece of furniture and took my hand.

When your people are lying dead around you, don't come crying to me ...

I will not be afraid.

Lysandra's smile was a thing of savage, dark beauty.

Ice and fire. Frost and embers. Locked in a battle, pushing and pulling.

Celaena's scream was still echoing through the passageway as Chaol leapt off the stairs and hurtled through the misty portal after Fleetfoot.

But I lived in that moment - my life became beautiful again for those few seconds when our hands grazed.

Some things you hear with your ears. Others, you hear with your heart.

The music broke her apart and put her back together, only to rend her asunder again and again.

When we die," she said, "I don't think the gods will even know what to do with us.

Second place is a nice title for the first loser.

At least if you're going to hell," he said, the vibrations in his chest rumbling against her, "then we'll be there together.

We each survive in our own way.

She moved like a midnight storm. Whatever training she'd had in Wendlyn, whatever that prince had taught her ... Gods help them all.

They stared right back at her, and when they slowly lowered their crossbows, she grinned. She could knock them senseless with a few heavy books.

Even as an immortal, there was not enough time in life to waste it on hatred.

Even from the distance, the captain's eyes locked onto Aelin's.
He didn't smile.

Love - love was a balm as much as it was a poison.

Each of Tamlin's movements was precise and efficient, his powerfully muscled legs eating up the earth

I have better things to do than care about whether you live or die.

You will always be my enemy

What happened to Tomas Mandray?" I asked, the words strangled.
"I realized he wouldn't have gone with me to save you from Prythian.

You're too nice when you're wounded. It's unsettling.

There were few sounds she enjoyed more than the groans of dying men, but the wind was one of them.

You are nothing more than a coward.

Ten years of shadows, but no longer. Light up the darkness, Majesty.

Words had become as foreign and hard to reach as the stars.

Fine, she wouldn't mind if Kaltain and Perrington met horrible deaths, but Dorian would be there. And Chaol.